Chapter 11

In the footage, Luciana's slender figure stood perfectly straight, her eyes fixed on the master bedroom door. The fragmented moans, faint and intermittent, seeped through the surveillance audio. Alex lowered his eyes awkwardly, while Stephen could feel his blood pounding in his ears. He felt numb, his body trembling slightly. Luciana had heard everything. It hadn't been the cat passing by, but her. The footage ended abruptly. Alex cautiously looked up at Stephen, asking, "Mr. Cooper, should we play the rest?" Stephen's jaw tightened, his hands balled into fists. Of course, they should. He wanted to see just how much he didn't know—or how much she had known. Under the dim yellow light, a blade was held against Luciana's neck, and she sped toward the open ground. Stephen could feel his heart lodged in his throat. He stared nervously at the screen, but the image froze and went black the next second, leaving only his shocked face reflected. "W-Why did it stop?" "The dashcam only cap