I stared at that innocent smile—and poured sulfuric acid on it.
Then I called Hendrix, training the camera on Cassidy's twisted, terrified face.
"Your dog has been biting people outside," I intoned coldly. "If you won't control her, I'll do it for you."
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"Ms. Vienna, Hendrix has sealed off information. We could only get that woman's name—Cassidy. Nothing else. Should we ask Hendrix directly?" my assistant said on the call.
My eyes fixed on my sister's smiling face on the gravestone. My voice was cold as I spat, "Ask? If he wanted to talk, he wouldn't have hid from me for five years."
"Obviously, he's hiding something."
"Anyway, I'm best at finding ghosts," I added. "This woman—" I tapped the file with her name, and my eyes went cold. "Tie her up. I'll question her myself."
Laughter came from behind me before I finished speaking.
A sudden burst of laughter rang out behind me.
Cassidy swayed her hips as she walked closer, her smile dripping venom.
"So, you're Leila's murderer sister? Hendrix told me to pick you up. Didn't expect you to come crawling so soon." She glanced at my sister's tombstone and sneered.