The devil’s hour – three in the morning.
This is the time when the Damian and his accomplices began their move. They placed a stack of clothes under their blanket, in the shape of a person. Just in case one of the jurors passes by to check if everyone was still there.
“Can’t you work any faster Cleo?”
“I can, but that would mean making some noises Damian.”
“Fine. But hurry up if you don’t want to be left behind.”
“This is as fast as I could go.”
Damian and Cleo’s bed were just next to each other. Meanwhile, Blaze’s own bed was situated near the entrance of the bedroom. This boy stood up and looked at the two, nodding his head as he showed the items in his hands. The same ones they would be using in order to execute their plot.
Blaze then left the bedroom. He didn’t wait for the two
