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33 | The Crash

Phoebe's POV

I look at her with my mouth gaped open in disbelief. My hands shake with fear as she saunters towards me like a predator circling its prey.

“How on earth…?” I trail off in confusion.

“How on earth I know that you’re a bloody killer?” She probes mockingly and I cringe at her word usage.

A bloody killer, huh!

As much as troublesome the word sounds, it’s truly fitting in my case. But what I’m trying to grasp is the fact of how she knows this. My parents completely made sure that this information stays away from the public eye then how the fuck does she know?

The records were wiped clean to the point that even if Sherlock Holmes starts looking for this information; he will come bare-handed.

I clench my hands into fists to stop them from shaking and keep my face impassive, something I’ve become a pro at over the years.

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