Psychocriminalist Chapter 14

The second body was my patient's stepfather who raped his own stepdaughter.

The third was a woman who left her child at the hospital to go on a date. The child died and lay in the morgue for three days before she showed up at the hospital—and she was somewhat pleased.

The fourth...

The seventh was my stepmother, who had a hand in everything I suffered.

I spoke of all this calmly.

Suddenly, I became excited.

"Oh right, she was killed in this very room. That night she was hidden under the floor where you slept. The next morning, right after you left, I moved her through that door behind you to Liam's place. That's how we staged that whole show."

Derek said, "No matter how guilty they were, you shouldn't have implicated yourself, making yourself just like them."

"What about you? You weren't convicted either," I shot back.

After a few seconds, I spoke again: "So all of this is called JUDGMENT!"

"This is fighting violence with violence. It's wrong!" Derek shouted.

Liam said coolly from the side, "3, 2, 1, new day."

He stood up excitedly and took the long knife in his hand.

"You're doing it?"

I hesitated: "You do it. I..."

Liam interrupted: "I'll finish it. After all, you two did have feelings. I understand."

With that, Liam stepped forward.

I turned my back and smiled.

Liam plunged the knife into Derek's heart. Derek didn't make a sound.

I still admired that backbone of his.

Before dying, Derek struggled to speak: "I never lied to you, Chloe."

On the morning of the 25th, I dialed 911.

"Hello, my boyfriend's been murdered in our home."