My Brother, The True Killer novel Chapter 4

Lucas, watch out!

My spectral heart pounded in my chest.

Simone, the monster he had treated like a sister for ten years, was about to kill him. Her eyes held no remorse, only a chilling, bloodthirsty excitement.

"Argh!"

Lucas suddenly stood up, his movement so unexpected that Simone lost her balance, the knife plunging into his shoulder instead of his throat. It bounced off his thick leather jacket and clattered to the floor.

Simone stared at him, dumbfounded, as Lucas, oblivious to the near-fatal attack, reached into the safe.

He pulled out a file, the words "09.17 Homicide Case" scrawled across the cover in red ink.

The date our parents were murdered.

Every piece of evidence I had gathered, every clue pointing to Simone as the killer, was in that file!

Open it, Lucas! Just one look, and you'll know the truth!

Simone seemed to sense what it was. The blood drained from her face, her eyes wide with fear and a burning hatred.

Lucas's hand trembled as he held the file, his fingers inches from opening it.

And then, he threw it to the floor, stomping on it with a primal rage.

Simone, seizing the opportunity, kicked the knife under the couch. "What's wrong, Lucas?" she asked, her voice a mix of concern and feigned innocence.

"That damn Lydia!" he snarled. "She stole all the money! There's nothing left in the safe!"

No, Lucas! It’s not true!

Why wouldn't he believe me? If he just opened his eyes, saw the truth for once, my death wouldn’t be in vain.

As if responding to my plea, he picked up the file again. He hesitated, then began to open it.

Yes! He’s going to see it!

You’re so close to the truth, Lucas. Mom, Dad, I... we can finally find peace.

But then, he swayed, his eyes rolling back in his head. He collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

My heart sank. The sedative! Simone had drugged him!