CHAPTER NINETEEN
Nothing made any sense because I could have sworn with my life that the body had been right there when I came in. Nothing, not even a drop of blood remained on the new grey L-shape couch.
"No, I swear it on my life. There was a dead body right there in the seat, “I pointed out, confusion running through me. How was it even possible?
"Or maybe you imagined the whole thing?" he crossed his arms under him, a look of disappointment on his face.
"I couldn't..."I sat down, trailing to a stop. Had I really imagined the whole thing? No, the body had been right on my couch, completely cold with blood dripping on the couch. It wasn’t a mannequin or a fake body. Wait, could it have been either of those two? I shook my head, trying not to give in to the doubts that had begun craw
