In Vertigo
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Complete Tue, Aug 11, 20152h 4m
"Jadine? The police are here!"
The same detective that saw me yesterday was in front me. Detective Russo. He looked more tired, dark moons under his eyes and I could pick out flecks of grays in his hair. The air quickly turned to ice, leaving me uncomfortable and disoriented.
"Yes?"
"Jadine, I need to show you something we've found." I nod as if for him to continue. "...You may want to sit down for this," I did as he said and plopped into an old wooden chair.
"We found some markings on Alyss' body-"
"Markings?" Russo lets out an impatient sigh.
"Your name was engraved in her flesh." I was gaping, letting the information sink in.
"It was more of a message..."
"W-what did it say?"
"It said, 'Everyone isn't who they appear to be, Jadine.'"
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