Revenge After Death (Michael and Stephanie) novel Chapter 160

Chapter 160 

I looked at the teen, confused. 

Was he trying to talk to me? Was there something he wanted to tell me? 

Did he… know me? 

“The boy… must’ve been acting on someone else’s instructions,” I said softly. 

Zion leaned against the wall and weakly thumped his forehead. 

He looked to be in great agony. 

As long as the killer remained uncaught, there would be more deaths. And because of this, Zion felt guilty and blamed himself for it. 

“I could’ve… I could’ve arrived earlier…” Zion grumbled. 

He could’ve found Stephanie earlier. 

The doctor had said that if they’d found her even a day earlier, she would’ve had a chance. 

at survival. 

Then, with a loud slam, Zion punched his fist into the wall, and blood seeped out of his knuckles. 

I rushed over to try and stop him, but didn’t know how to console him. 

Zion then went to the smoking zone and took out a cigarette. 

Meanwhile, Steven and I silently stood in the doorway. 

“Cigarette?” Zion offered Steven. 

Steven shook his head. “Smoking is bad for your health.” 

Zion smiled bitterly. “I’ll smoke a couple more then.” 

Steven continued, “Why do manufacturers still produce cigarettes when they know it’s bad for your health? Where is the source of it all?” 

ོ ཎྜ སཽ 

Where was the source of the crime? 

Zion’s hand around his cigarette froze, and he instantly turned to look at Steven. 

Steven had just reminded him that his investigation had taken the wrong direction from 

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the start. 

The police had kept a close watch on the killer and victims all this time, but finding out why the killer was killing in the first place was the key. 

Since the killer had been stumped here when he tried to kill Yasmin, then they should be taking the opportunity to trace everything backward, all the way until they found the so- called source of the crime. 

By the time we left the hospital, it was 4:30 am. 

The sky was brighter than before, but still gloomy. 

This was the time of the day that I hated the most–the dark before dawn. 

The dead silence that came with it often scared me. 

Yasmin had to be sedated to calm down. 

I watched on from outside the ward door while she said I was gloating and making fun of 

her. 

Well, I certainly was. 

But I still didn’t feel satisfied. 

After all, this was far from the level of suffering I wanted her to experience. 

When we left the hospital, we saw a young boy in the parking lot who looked to be around eight to nine years. 

years old. 

The boy was scrawny, pale, and seemed to have had a nosebleed. 

He messily wiped the blood away. 

“Can you please give me my brother back?” the boy cried, begging Zion. 

He was clearly the baby brother of the teen from earlier. 

“My brother only did it for me,” the boy cried. 

Zion wiped away the boy’s blood with a tissue.