Keith displayed something I didn’t want. What the f**k! I didn’t want someone to care for me or to worry about my safety. “You shouldn’t be worried about me, Keith. Worry about yourself, or your future.”
“Cassie, you don’t understand. Are you sure that you did it yourself?” He asked.
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean, about your wrist. It’s similar to the killer’s style,” he stated and the way he looked at me, it seemed that something was bothering him.
“Do you think I’m the killer?”
He just stared at me and became silent. It alarmed me and I just realized that Keith wasn’t someone I could underestimate. Perhaps I needed to do a little background check on him to know him better. But what’s there to find out? Aside from his family being filthy rich, they weren’t involved in any
