Foul Play Is Better Kept Secret 🥀 || DISCONTINUED

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"We found the killer."

"What?" Mikey asked in shock. Officer Davis asked the doctor to leave before taking out a worn out diary from his bag and walking towards Mikey.

"You call yourself a talented officer, don't you? But yet, You failed to find out a single piece of evidence about the killer." Officer Davis mocked.

"Well, What did you find?" Mikey gritted his teeth, biting back his anger.

"Something which is enough to know who the killer is. We found the killer's hideout. And We found this burnt diary." He held out the diary in front of Mikey, "It has all the evidence about the murders that took place."

"But who is the murderer?" Mikey asked curiously.

"The man we found dead in Claridge's hotel. Carl Anderson."

Mikey's eyes widened in shock.

"And In this letter, He has written very clearly that due to all the sins he has committed in his life, He is committing suicide as an atonement." Officer Davis gave him a piece of paper and indeed, everything was explained in that letter.

"We also found a pair of shoes in his room which match the killer's foot prints very clearly."

"So Officer Patrick, The case is over." Officer Davis gave him an arrogant smirk before leaving the room. Mikey stared after him with a frown.

"This is not as simple as It looks. My heart says that the killer is alive and is trying to hurt someone."

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"Good night, Andy." Rye said and left the room.

Suddenly, The door opened and Rye's charming face was in view again.

"I forgot to tell you that you don't have to answer any questions asked by my family. Because for me, your comfort means the most."

Andy couldn't keep himself from hugging this sweet man anymore. He walked over to Ryan and hugged him tightly, taking Rye by surprise.

"Thank you for being so kind, Ryan."

"Be careful. Or you'll be charged of murder."

Andy immediately pulled back, looking at Rye in confusion.

"My murder." Rye said with a cheeky grin, "I mean, If you had not stepped away, my heart would've stopped beating for sure."

Andy smiled, looking away to hide the fond expression on his face.

"Good Night, Ryan." He said, earning a soft reply and then the door clicked.

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Rye had a victorious smirk on his face as He walked out of his own room and made his way to the other side of the house. Stopping in front of a huge bookshelf, He looked around to make sure no one was watching him.

He pushed a few books away, to see a lock coming in view. He quickly put the password in the lock and soon after, a creaking sound was heard and the shelf turned slightly. Rye walked in and closed the secret door.

There, He could see Ansel standing in front of the mirror, putting on black eyeliner. Rye walked over to his husband and hugged his waist, placing soft kisses on his neck.

"You are late." Ansel said in a murderous tone, turning around to look at Rye.

"I almost thought that you were going to spend the night with that Andy."

"You still don't trust me?" Rye raised his eyebrow.

"Of course, I trust you. I just don't trust myself. You know how selfish I am."