He Didn’t Look for Me Until I Was Dead (by Durrin) novel Chapter 8

Instantly, Calvin’s expression changed.

He strode over and yanked the badge down, his eyes grim.

Rage burned in them as he marched back to the crime scene.

“You’ve been here three days, and no one noticed this?”

The officers looked over, stunned.

Someone said, “Captain McMullen, I swear it wasn’t there when we searched.”

The air went silent.

A flicker of fear crossed everyone’s face.

They all realized the same thing–after the murder, the killer had returned.

Calvin’s expression darkened completely. “Check all surrounding surveillance. Take this badge back for prints.”

As he strode toward his car, I whispered, “So, Calvin, you do care about me after all?”

But my question would never be answered.

He drove to the company where I worked.

Standing outside the building, he suddenly stopped.

Then he pulled out his phone and called Stefanie,

He sounded almost flustered. “Which floor is Whitney’s company on?”

I faintly caught Stefanie’s sneer on the other end of the line.

Noticing the embarrassment flash in his eyes, I suddenly wanted to laugh.

We’d been married three years, and I could walk to his office with my eyes closed.

But he didn’t even know what floor my company was on.

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How absurd.

Calvin entered the building and approached the front desk.

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“Hi. I’m Calvin McMullen from the Detective Division. We’re looking for Whitney Lawrence. Do you know where she is?”

The receptionist paled instantly. She waved her hands nervously. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea

“Whitney hasn’t shown up for work in three days. We can’t reach her by phone. She’s going to be let go.”

Calvin’s face tightened. “Three days?”

The time of the murder was also three days ago.

Watching him

press his lips together, I breathed a shaky sigh.

Was he finally about to learn the truth?

Just as he was about to ask more, his phone buzzed.

It was Georgia.

Her voice came through clearly. “Cal, check Whitney’s Instagram!”

Calvin frowned, then opened the app.

The latest post was a photo of me standing by the ocean, my back to the camera. The caption read, “Enjoying peace, no matter when.”

Next to Calvin, I was frozen in shock and fear.

It wasn’t me–but it looked exactly like me.

The most terrifying part was that it had been posted three minutes ago.

The thought that someone had faked the photo and posted it from my phone sent a chill through

1. me.

If I weren’t a spirit floating right beside Calvin, even I might have fallen for it.

Calvin put his phone away, his eyes burning with rage.

“Whitney… Why did I even bother worrying?”

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His harsh words carved right through me.

Just then, a comment under “my” post appeared on his screen.

Stefanie: “As long as you’re safe and sound, Whitty”

In that moment, I couldn’t find any words for what I felt.

Calvin stormed out of the building and returned to the station.

The moment he stepped into his office, an officer at the computer looked up.

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“Perfect timing, Captain McMullen. I just pulled the participant list from that offline activity.”

He paused, his tone serious. “Mrs. McMullen’s name is on it. I think you should contact her—”

Before he could finish, Calvin cut him off.

“Whitney’s perfectly safe. Keep digging. Focus on the others.”

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