Chapter 172

Ewan had bought some food and was headed toward an old house. Then, as he knocked on the door of the house, Michael and I hid in the shadows, waiting to see who he was meeting. Soon, the door cracked open a little, and a hand reached out through the gap. That hand… had burn marks on it. I gasped and warily stared at the person behind the gap—it was the murderer I saw at my house! The person who killed me! If I could only catch a glimpse of his inner arm to see if there was a red birthmark, then I would know for sure whether or not he was the one who killed me! But why was Ewan delivering food to him? "Mr. Lincoln, I've reminded him and sent him the things he requested." Ewan walked into an alley and made a call to Steven. Meanwhile, Michael and I hid behind a trash can as we watched Ewan leave. "After Stephie died, I never stopped investigating the murder case. I don't believe that Steven had nothing to do with it. He's been using his history of mental illness to get away wit