TO DIE FOR

[COMPLETED]

Manuel wrote Lucia a love letter. The kind of letter a man writes when he's already sleeping on the floor of his own guilt.

'I love you. I'm sorry. The other woman meant nothing.'

She never answered but turned up dead 2 days later. The useful kind of dead-the kind that lets other people sleep easier.

Cops want a killer. Manuel wants to feel like a good man.

Every answer Manuel finds makes him dumber. Every step forward shows him a worse version of himself. Every step closer to Lucia puts him further from the man he used to be.

And the worst part?
Someone already knows he's looking.
Someone who never stopped watching.
Someone who knows exactly what Manuel smells like when he's scared.

Death never looked so classy.
Pity about the company.