Ch 17 - “The Man”

“The Man”

SPECTRA

Mira stood in front of me, in all her feminine glory. I swallowed and averted my eyes quickly. She must have noticed because she gave a light chuckle and pushed me aside lightly. She reached for the milk jar on top of the fridge, causing her gown to go up, revealing her fresh thighs. She looked back and shook her head. I muttered a quick goodnight and dragged my feet up the stairs.

What was that moment? I thought as I opened the door to my room. I looked on the bed and saw the clothes I wore on the night of the murder. Hmm. I closed my eyes quickly, wondering why it was on the bed. I'd washed it clean, but I'd hid it in my drawer. How did it come to be on my bed?

I looked back as Mira walked past my door en route to her room. She paused and looked at me first, then at the clothes in my hand. She muttered a hmm and walked on to her room.

Could she have seen the clothes that night and pretended not to have seen them? I looked at the pants. There was a small
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