Olivia was exhausted, but a strange, almost electric current ran beneath her fatigue. She had gotten the motivation and confidence after Mia's confession.
She started at the wall board now with the victim's details. The rough sketch of the killer, meticulously designed by her memory, was stuck on the wall alongside two notes from the stalker.
"One thing is confirmed... if I catch the stalker, definitely I can catch the killer too," she said, muttering to herself with a low, steel-trap determination. That's when a cold air from the opened balcony brushed her, making her shiver.
The chill was sudden, a damp draft that carried the faint, metallic scent of rain from the city outside. It raised a line of goosebumps along her arms, a stark contrast to the heated focus she had just generated.
She walked to the balcony and watered her plants. Her hand stopped at the rose.
"Should I water this stalker's gift?"
