Sunday Suspense File

Tonight’s file was thin, almost insultingly so. It contained only three photographs and a single typed sheet.

Rohan leaned forward. “A ghost?”

“He bled out from a wound to the wrist first. A slow, deliberate bleed. The carotid cut came after he was already dead. Someone wanted to make sure the message was written in fresh blood—but not his.” Sunday Suspense

“A delayed mechanism? Ice holding a blade? A spring-loaded device?” Tonight’s file was thin, almost insultingly so