"Millie Sullivan, if your ghost is here, listen carefully."
"You threw acid on Bernice and disfigured her. I haven't even settled that score with you yet."
"Bernice is carrying my child now. You keep pulling this from beyond the grave, and I will dig you up and desecrate every bone you have left."
I drifted in front of him.
Those eyes that once brimmed with love now held nothing but blinding resentment.
Curt, do you really believe I'd haunt you even in death?
Ten o'clock. Another scream.
Blood spattered across the camera lens, and Curt jerked back hard.
The kidnapper wiped the lens with a blood-soaked glove,
leaned in close, and laughed.
"I'm not here to watch you put on a show."
"Professor Baxter, if you won't talk about yourself, let's talk about Bernice Barnes."
"How did she convince you to forge that autopsy report? With her body?"
The words landed, and Curt's breathing went heavy.
Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes turned razor-sharp.
"How do you know about that?"
A crack in the mask, just for an instant.
He caught himself almost immediately, smoothed his expression back to calm, and signaled Captain Carter to pause.