KILL THIS LOVE | JENLISA

Chapter 75

Jennie

So-yeon's eyeballs almost popped out of the sockets at my announcement. "You can't! You'll get into trouble with the police. Not to mention the Non-Disclosure Agreement you signed before the commencement of the assignment, you will get sued!" She chided vehemently.

I could barely hold my breath any longer, groaning internally at the predicament I had landed myself in. "You knew there wasn't enough security, yet you put me in the same room as a mad murderer of seven women?" I was fuming but more importantly, petrified.

"I honestly don't know what to tell you honey." There was a brief moment of tense, palpable silence in the air. I parted my mouth to say something, but quickly closed it, remembering an important question I'd been meaning to ask.

"Um, So-yeon?" I began, regaining the dark haired woman's attention. "How's the investigation going? I mean, have they found any..evidence from the night..?" I prayed that I come across as collected and nonchalant about the question as humanly possible.

"I wouldn't know, the police don't really talk about the details during interrogations."

I sharply nodded, that wasn't exactly the answer I was looking for. "What about the cameras?" I decided to push my luck.

"What about them?"

"D...does that mean you have the footage from the night she escaped?" my coy question dripped with anxiety.

So-yeon almost rolled her eyes at the question, "I know this sounds bad, but the last time one of those things actually worked is practically pre-historic. As long as the red light is on, no one really questions it."

I almost let out a loud sigh of relief.

"The medics found pills in Lisa Manoban's room. She had been spitting out eight days' worth of medication." So-yeon went on, skittishness settling on her face now. "With the whole camera thing and the key, the police think she had..."

"Key?" my heartbeat stopped for a second, as I did a double take.

So-yeon side eyed me, "Lisa Manoban escaped through the back door. Someone must have had the key and they got it to her. Patients get checked before sleep, she didn't have it with her then."

I gasped. The key.

Someone got into the psychiatric institution that night. Someone got the key to Lisa Manoban.

I gripped the hands of the springy white couch, until my knuckles started resembling the very shade of the couch itself, as realization smacked me in the face.

That someone being none other than me – Jennie Ruby Jane Kim.