Deception Of A Dead Witness

The rain was relentless, pooling in the cracks of the city's worn streets and running in rivulets down the sides of buildings. It soaked through everything, washing away the surface grime but leaving behind the deeper stains—the kind that couldn't be scrubbed clean. ​ Evelyn Hart's body lay crumpled in an alley, her blood diluted by the downpour, her life reduced to a few scattered belongings and ...