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It took the combined strength of both Max and Haskell to break through the door leading into the library. To Arden’s surprise, it opened up inside the fireplace. She had to duck to get through the door, and then maneuver around the firewood in front of the door.
Once in the library, Max and Haskell returned for Zeke. Arden and Savannah moved the firewood out of the way, making it easier for the men to carry Zeke out of his cell.
They placed the unconscious man on one of the leather couches and stepped to the side.
“I think he’s drunk,” Paige said. “We found four bottles of scotch by his cot.”
Throwing a blanket over him, Savannah tutted as she worked to make him comfortable.
“Where is everyone else?” Paige asked looking nervously to the door.
“Yvette and Walter are dead,” Arden said staring at the broken gargoyle, “and Reese is in the parlor.” Spotting one of the gargoyle’s shiny red eyes in the corner of the room, she picked it up and held it up to the light.
Savannah looked up sharply. “Where’s Kevin?”
Arden hesitated, feeling as though a part of her childhood died that afternoon. “After we found the body, Kevin decided...well, he decided the best thing to do was to...leave as quickly as possible,” she ended diplomatically.
Max wasn’t nearly as charitable. “He ran away screaming.”
Cringing, Arden turned away.
Savannah smiled. “I’m shocked he didn’t faint. The poor boy could never stand the sight of blood. Not even fake blood. He’s toughened up some since the show.”
Paige frowned. “Wasn’t he the hero of your show?”
Arden nodded, and then smiled as a thought just occurred to her. “I always knew he was a great actor.”
Zeke groaned.
Savannah sat down next to him and wiped his brow. “Poor man. I wish he’d wake up and tell us what happened to him.”
They glanced over at the clock as it chimed midnight.
Paige sat down. “Well, it’s midnight. Wasn’t this when everyone was supposed to gather in the library and decide whodunit?”
“Yes, it was,” Arden said mulling over something in her mind. “And I think I know who the killer is.”
* * *
DENNIS ARRIVED A FEW minutes after her call, much to Arden’s surprise. She had wondered if he would show up at all or stay hidden somewhere in the mansion. As soon as he saw his brother, he rushed across the room, and then sank into the chair next to him not saying anything. By then, Zeke had awoken and was staring vacantly at the ceiling.
He held his brother’s hand as tears glistened in his eyes. “Where was he?”
“He was in the secret room behind the library,” Savannah said.
Dennis’ brow furrowed. He looked over at the open bookcase in surprise, but didn’t say anything.
“You went looking for your brother,” Arden said. “Why didn’t you look there?”
“It never occurred to me to look there. Everyone knew Elaine’s uncle had it boarded up after she died. Zeke must have broken through at some point since he bought the place.”
Max nodded in confirmation. “There were broken boards on the other side.”
“Where’s Reese?” Arden asked. “He should be here too.”
Reese arrived five minutes later at the personal behest of Max. He huffed and puffed about his head and the inconvenience of moving across the foyer to the library as he selected where he was going to sit. In the end, he decided to drape himself across the piano in the corner.
Savanah torn between comforting Dennis and comforting Zeke hovered nearby watching them both like a mother bird protecting her babies.
They all looked up as Paige entered the room with the hatbox in her hands. Nodding at Arden, she laid it on the coffee table as everyone took seats around the room.
Dennis patted his brother’s arm. “Just relax, Zeke. I’m going to get you help. It’s not your fault.”
Zeke turned his attention from the ceiling to his brother then. “Of course, it wasn’t my fault. Someone did this to me.”
“Yeah, right,” Reese slurred, lifting himself off the piano. “We all know how much he hated Yvette.”
“Oh, shut up, Reese,” Dennis said. “Zeke didn’t hate Yvette.”
“Oh? What about Walter?” Reese countered.
Dennis didn’t bother offering any sort of defense. He just shrugged lightly and said, “He’s not well.”
Arden stood by the fireplace and glanced around the room. She was certain she knew who the murderer was, but knew no one would believe her if she just called out his name. No, she had to eliminate the most obvious suspect first, if she had any hope of convincing everyone as to what she knew to be true. “What did you have planned for us this weekend, Zeke?”
Zeke Tapper laughed bitterly. “Well, it certainly wasn’t this.”
Dennis shook head. “You’re the one who planned the game, Zeke.”
“I know that, Dennis,” Zeke said through gritted teeth. “But I didn’t plan this.”
Savannah knelt by Zeke. “What happened, Zeke?”
“I don’t know,” Zeke said his frustration coloring his voice.
“Why don’t you start from the beginning?” Max asked. “Try to be as detailed as possible.”
“What’s the point,” Zeke said miserably. “No one is going to believe me.”
Savannah touched his shoulder bringing his attention back to her. “Try, Zeke. Help us to understand what happened.”
His eyes soften as he gazed at Savannah. Sighing heavily, Zeke began to speak, the words tumbling out in short clipped tones. “Fine. Dennis and Yvette took my script. The last one we were working on the day Kevin got hurt and updated it. I wasn’t too happy with what they had done, so I decided to base the game off their new script just to mess with them.”
“Who was supposed to play the killer?” Arden asked.
“Reese. Since they made Kevin’s character the killer in that horrible movie they did awhile back, I thought it would only be fitting to turn their favorite character into the killer. If everything worked out well, Yvette was supposed to be the next victim.”
“Why her?” Paige asked.
He snorted. “Because she asked me to. She wanted to stay at the cottage and begged me to let her out early, so I told her I would. I spent all night getting everything ready for the morning. I had the clues, the pictures, the boots, the dolls, and letters, everything ready to go. I was planning on using the secret room as my base of operations where I could observe everyone.”
“What happened?” Max asked.
“I had just begun setting up the room when I got hungry. I called Haskell and asked him to bring me a drink and something to eat. I told him to leave a tray out on the table in the foyer. Once I was sure he was gone, I retrieve the tray, had dinner, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up with my hands and feet tied and the worst headache of my life. I tried to call out for help but no one heard me. Then the creep showed up a few minutes later with a syringe that knocked me out again.”
Savannah frowned. “Zeke, you weren’t tied up. When we found you, you were free to move around.”
“You smelled like a brewery too,” Paige pointed out.
“I don’t know what to tell you,” he said becoming angry. “I was tied up and I’ve been sober for years. I’m obviously being set up.” His gaze shifted to his brother. “Again!”
Dennis looked taken aback for a moment but remained silent.
“Who else here knew about the secret room?” Arden asked.
Zeke gave a half-hearted shrug. “Yvette, Dennis, and me, but it wasn’t much of a secret. The whole town knew about it once they found Elaine’s body hidden back there.”
“I knew about it,” Dennis said, “but I had no idea you had opened it.”
Paige spoke up. “That’s not true. When I came in here yesterday afternoon, I found you at the fireplace. It looked like you were moving the wood back in place. I thought it was odd considering the weather and wrote it down in my notebook.” She held up her notebook for everyone to see. “It was right before you took that call and Arden came in.
“Well, yeah,” Dennis said defensively, “I tried to open it, but I couldn’t get through and just assumed Elaine’s uncle fixed it so no one could access it anymore.”
“Anyway,” Zeke continued, “that’s the way it went the entire time. Every time I would wake up, The Executioner—I guess we should call him that, would show up as soon as I came to.” He sat up with a groan. “He didn’t want to kill me; that much was clear. He brought me food and water, but as soon as I had eaten, it was back to beddie bye for me. That’s all I know.” He buried his head into his hands. “My head is killing me.”
“Who did this to you?” Savannah asked.
“I don’t know. I never saw his face. He wore a mask the whole time. One of those executioner type of masks. Just like in the game I had planned.” He laughed bitterly. “I guess the joke’s on me.”
“Who knew what you had planned?” Arden asked.
“No one,” Zeke said wearily. “I had it all written out in a notebook by my bed. He could have read it and put it all in motion.”
“Oh, I saw those notebooks.” Savannah sat down next to him on the couch and shook her head. “Shame on you.”
Zeke’s brow furrowed as he stared at her. “What are you talking about?”
“You know. Those notebooks...in your nightstand.”
His face cleared for a moment before his scowl returned. “Those weren’t of you.”
Savannah crossed her legs. “Then who?” Her mouth formed a circle suddenly. “Oh, Elaine.” She cringed. “Sorry.”
“How do you know about Elaine?” His gaze fell across the hatbox. “What is that doing out here?”
“We found that hidden in the dumbwaiter along with pictures of Savannah,” Paige said.
“Pictures of Savannah?” He gestured to the hatbox. “Last time I saw the hat box, it was underneath my bed. The only pictures in there were of Elaine and me, and our friends.” He looked around in annoyance. “What were you people doing in my room?”
“Investigating,” Savannah said with a shrug. “It was the scene of the crime.” She looked over at Haskell. “You told us it was the scene of the crime.”
“I woke up to find an envelope underneath my door, madam. Inside was explicit instructions from Mr. Tapper to direct you to his room.”
“They didn’t come from me,” Zeke said wearily. “I was going to start the game here in the library.” He rubbed his eyes then blinked over at Savannah. “Who told you about Elaine?”
“The killer,” Savannah said. “He left all sorts of clues about her. Made us think she was murdered.”
“By you,” Arden added. “From what we’ve discovered, Elaine invited you all to a murder mystery party the night she went missing. She got dressed up in her costume, and then waited for you to arrive. Only something went wrong. Her heart gave out and someone placed her body behind the fireplace and walked away.”
Zeke and Dennis didn’t say anything.
Worry filled Savannah’s eyes as she stared at Zeke. “Was she murdered?”
Both Dennis and Zeke spoke at once with an emphatic, “No!” They looked at each other for a moment. Something unspoken passed between them, and then Dennis nodded.
Zeke sighed. “I loved Elaine.” His gaze shifted to his brother then back. “We both did.”
Reese began playing a romantic tune on the piano.
Dennis pursed his lips together to glare at Reese. “I promise you, she wasn’t murdered. She had a weak heart and it just gave out on her one day.”
“It just wasn’t one day,” Paige said, “it was during that party. Here. Just what happened to her that night?”
Zeke rubbed his hands down his face. “I don’t know. She sent us an invitation for a murder mystery party, but when we arrived, she was gone. I don’t mean gone as in dead,” he added quickly. “I mean gone. She just wasn’t here. We tried to search for her, but then her uncle arrived and we ran.”
“We had no idea she was lying behind the fireplace,” Dennis said. “When we found her, we figured she was back there setting up the mystery when her heart gave out and she died.”
Reese’s piano playing became sad and melancholy. “Poor girl. It must be horrible to die in the dark.”
“With only a gargoyle for company,” Arden added with a grim smile.
Reese nodded, adding once again, “Poor girl.”
Paige sat up straighter. “Could her uncle have done something to her or maybe her nurse?”
Dennis shook his head. “Her uncle adored her. Treated her like some kind of a fragile bird, which I guess she was. He would never have hurt her.”
“And as for Clara,” Zeke said, “I don’t think she even knew about the room behind the fireplace.” He shook his head. “She was a nice lady, who thought the world of Elaine.”
“I don’t understand something,” Arden said. “Why would Elaine be back there? She was afraid of that room.”
Zeke looked flabbergasted by such a statement. “No, she wasn’t. She loved secret passageways and hidden rooms. The girl adored mysteries. I got most of my ideas from the stories she’d tell.”
“Why did it take them so long to find her?” Savannah asked. “If she loved it so much, why didn’t they check there first?”
“Her uncle had the room locked up after he arrived,” Zeke said. “He didn’t think it was safe and he didn’t want her getting hurt, so he had it closed up. He was trying to protect her. He was just trying to keep her with us as long as he could. He didn’t know about the entrance to the attic though. That’s why she moved up there after her parents died. She wanted easy access to her secret room.
“We shouldn’t have agreed to go to the party,” Dennis said, “but we could never say no to her and we knew it might be the last time we ever saw her again. She had been so sick for such a long time.”
“It’s sad she wasn’t able to have her party,” Paige said.
Zeke’s eyes lit up. “No, she would have loved what happened. She became a mystery. A legend in town. People still talk about her. Why was she behind the fireplace? Why was she dressed in period clothing? Why were there prop knives and guns lying about the library? Elaine would have loved it.”
“And you never said anything?” Savannah asked.
“Not our place to tell,” Zeke said. “Someone’s got to figure it out. That’s what Elaine would have wanted.”
“I think she knew she was dying that night,” Dennis said thoughtfully, “and I think she purposely locked herself in that room. She was setting up a mystery for someone to solve.”
Reese banged on the keys. “This is all very sweet, but you actually don’t expect anyone to believe this garbage. Why don’t you tell the truth, Zeke? You were obsessed with Elaine.”
“Of course, I was obsessed with her,” Zeke admitted easily. “We all were obsessed with her. She was like a bright shining light and we all followed her wherever she went. When Dennis and I were coming up with Sutton & Grimes, I knew I was going to have to base my main character off of Elaine. It was my way of honoring her memory. I knew whenever I got my hands on this place I’d throw a mystery party.” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I didn’t expect it to be quite so realistic.”
Reese began to clap. “That’s very good. I didn’t realize you were such a good actor, Zeke. I guess you’ll say the same thing about Savannah, won’t you?”
Savannah looked uncomfortable. “Zeke, I hate to ask this, but you aren’t...you weren’t the one leaving me flowers everywhere, were you?”
A sour look crossed Zeke’s face. “Savannah, I love you, but I wasn’t obsessed with you. You were just a kid. The reason you got hired is because you resembled Elaine and you could somewhat act. That’s it.”
Savannah raised an eyebrow. “Thank you,” she said drily.
“I’m sorry, darling,” Zeke said, patting her hand. “It’s the headache talking. I might have left you a rose or two, but that’s because you were our star. I promise you I wasn’t stalking you.”
Max stood up and walked over to the fireplace. “So, you didn’t try to kill Kevin because you were jealous of his relationship with Savannah?”
Zeke blinked up at Max. “Who are you?”
“It’s not important,” Max said. “Were you jealous?”
“Are you crazy? I’m the one who decided it was time for Sunny and Grimes to declare their love for one another. Our ratings were starting to fall. We needed to do something to get them back up. Ask Dennis, he fought me the whole entire time.”
Everyone’s gaze turned to Dennis. “I just didn’t think it was time. I knew that as soon as the sexual tension between them was over the show was going to end, and I didn’t want it to end.” He crossed his arms, grumbling, “We haven’t had a hit since.”
“No, of course, you didn’t want it to end,” Zeke snapped. “If you had your way, it would still be going. Not with me, of course. Maybe with my ideas, but definitely not with me.”
Dennis’ eyes narrowed to slits. “Are you accusing me of something?”
Arden leaned forward. “It wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that conversation I overheard outside my room the night you disappeared? I heard you tell someone that they set you up. What did you mean by that?”
A vein began to throb in Zeke’s jaw. “Why don’t you talk to my brother?”
“I’d rather hear it from you,” Arden said. “You were talking to Yvette that night, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” Zeke said bitterly. “I found out she set me up to take the fall for Kevin’s injuries.”
“Is that what Kevin told you?” Max asked.
He nodded. “He and some reporter in town.” He shook his head. “They told me it was Walter’s fault. I don’t know why Walter would want Kevin dead. I figure it had to be an accident. Walter was incompetent. The only reason we kept him around was because Yvette liked him. I guess she figured she’d protect him by framing me.”
Arden nodded, expecting as much. “So, you weren’t trying to trap the killer—well, I guess he wasn’t a killer at that time, you didn’t design the game to draw out a confession?”
“No, what would have been the point,” Zeke said tiredly. “I knew who was behind it all,” he said as his gaze shifted to his brother.
“Hey now!” Dennis said, his face turning red. “Don’t blame me for this. I wasn’t anywhere near that chandelier that day, and as for Yvette, she didn’t frame you. She and Walter both saw you messing with that chandelier.”
Zeke turned to glare at his brother. “They lied to you and you believed them.” He glanced over at Savannah. “My brother came to me while we were in the hospital waiting to hear about Kevin. He told me that Yvette and Walter saw me tampering with the chandelier and were threatening to go to the police. I told him that I did nothing of the sort, but he said it was my word against both of theirs. It didn’t help that most of the crew had seen me on the scaffolding just before the thing fell. My own brother thought I had tried to kill someone. Can you believe it?”
“What were you doing up there?” Max asked.
“I don’t know. I thought I saw something.” He closed his eyes. “I had been drinking pretty heavily that morning. I barely remembered climbing up there that day, so when they accused me, I thought maybe I had done something stupid. Not that I was attempting to kill anyone,” he said quickly, “but maybe I was messing with the wires or something. Anyway, I was given two options. I could either be accused of attempted murder and possibly go to jail, or I could quietly go away for a while and get my head on straight. I chose option b. So, I went to a comfortable sanitarium in Switzerland while my brother and his wife went on a spending spree with my money.”
Smirking, Reese tapped out a dun dun dun on the piano. “And the worm turns.”
“This is ridiculous,” Dennis said. “Two people saw you do it. What was I supposed to do?”
“You’ve always been a grasping, greedy man, Dennis,” Reese said, his fingers missing a chord. “You’d crawl over your own grandmother’s dead body if you thought it would benefit you.”
“Are you talking about me,” Dennis snapped, “or yourself?”
“Reese is telling the truth,” Haskell said suddenly.
Every eye turned to him. Even Reese took a break from the piano to stare at him.
Now that he had everyone’s attention, Haskell stepped into the center of the room. “Dennis is obsessed with Savannah. Has been from the beginning.”
Dennis’ mouth fell open. “What are you babbling about?”
Haskell stepped up to Savannah. “You don’t remember me, but we’ve met before.”
“Who are you?” Savannah asked peering up at him closely.
“My real name’s John. My mother was your makeup artist.”
Savannah gasped in recognition. “You’re little Johnny Grayson.”
Paige’s eyes widened. “John Grayson? As in Deputy John Grayson.”
“He’s my son,” Haskell admitted proudly. “I wanted to name him Sunny, but my wife said no.”
“Oh, that’s too bad,” Savannah said.
Max moved in closer. “Where is your son now?”
“He’s back home,” Haskell said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “He has an audition in the morning.”
“How did you come to be here, Haskell?” Arden asked.
His gaze shifted to the side. “I’m a struggling actor,” he admitted with a shrug. “I heard you all were re-creating the show and needed a butler for your murder mystery weekend and I figured this was my shot at the big time.” He held out his hands. “Come on, you have to admit that I played my part pretty well.”
There were various nods around the room.
“This morning you told us Walter was dead,” Max said. “If you knew that was true, why didn’t you call the police? Why did you call your son to come over here and play detective?”
Haskell cleared his throat. “I can explain.”
“Good,” Max said, “I’d love to hear it.”
“I had no idea Walter was really dead. I never saw his body. I received an email that morning from Mr. Tapper. In it, I was told to inform the group that Mr. Elmore’s body was found outside and that I had called the police. My son received his own instructions a few minutes later with his orders. I just assumed it was part of the game you all were playing.” When everyone looked at him suspiciously, he reached into the inside of his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to Max. “I can prove it. See? I printed it out. It’s signed by Zeke Tapper and it came from his email address.”
Zeke glared up at Haskell. “Do I really look like I’ve been sending emails to you or your kid?”
“Obviously,” Haskell said smugly, “your brother must have been using your email address.”
Dennis stood up, his eyes flashing. “Are you seriously accusing me of imprisoning my brother? Why would I do such a thing?”
“So, you could take control of the game,” Haskell said. “I don’t know why you would kill your wife or Walter Elmore, but I have no doubt you did. Just like I have no doubt you were the one stalking Savannah all those years ago.”
Dennis flung his hand out dismissively. “Oh, you’re crazy!”
“I saw you sneaking into Savannah’s dressing room with a bunch of roses the day Kevin got hurt.”
Dennis looked around in bafflement. “So, what? She was the star of the show. Of course, I gave her roses. I gave Kevin tickets to a hockey game he wanted to go to that day too.”
“But you didn’t leave a note saying the roses were from you,” Savannah said with a frown.
Dennis made a face. “Honey, why would I leave a note? You were always getting gifts from designers, fans, directors, old boyfriends. It would have just gotten lost in the shuffle. I left you flowers to brighten up your dressing room, because I knew you were missing that fiancé of yours, but I’m not the one who destroyed your things and I also didn’t leave a message on your mirror.”
Reese laughed. “That’s not the reason. Yvette was jealous of Savannah. I bet she would have flipped her lid if she realized you were leaving roses for Savannah.”
Dennis nodded slightly.
“Who left all those bouquets of roses in Savannah’s room here?” Paige asked.
Dennis shifted his gaze to the side.
“Dennis?” Savannah asked.
“It wasn’t just me.” He pointed to his brother. “It was him too.”
Zeke reluctantly nodded before becoming defensive. “I only gave you one bouquet. The rest came from Dennis.”
Dennis thrust a hand through his gray hair. “We wanted you to agree to the movie, remember?” He pointed to Haskell. “He’s the one who brought them up to your room. For all I know, he added a few bouquets of his own.”
Haskell had the nerve to look offended. “I most certainly did not.”
“But you are the one who stole our phones,” Arden said. “I noticed that you were the only one who didn’t retrieve a phone out of the pile Reese dumped on the floor yesterday, which tells me that yours wasn’t stolen for some reason. Then when I asked you about it, you lied and said that you didn’t have a phone. Yet, I distinctly remember seeing you speaking into one when we were all by the pool.”
“You also have a key to everyone’s rooms,” Max said. “It would have been easy for you to slip in and out.”
“Okay,” Haskell admitted reluctantly, “yes, I took the phones but...”
“Aha!” Dennis said stretching out his hand and pointing it to Haskell. “He’s the killer. I knew it.”
“But,” Haskell said glaring at Dennis, “I just hid them behind the bathroom door. That’s all.”
“Why?” When he didn’t answer, Arden asked, “Did you receive another email telling you to do that?”
“No,” Haskell said becoming visibly agitated. “I did it as a favor for another guest.”
“Who?” Max asked.
When he didn’t seem like he was going to explain, she asked, “What about the picture in the banquet hall? Who put that up?”
“That wasn’t me,” Haskell responded quickly.
“Then who?”
He wrung his hands together. “I didn’t know anyone was going to die. We just thought...”
“We? You and Brad.”
Haskell slowly shook his head. “Brad couldn’t be trusted. He was too close to Yvette.”
“Then who else?” Arden sighed when he grew silent again. She reached into the hatbox and pulled out Brad Anderson’s file. Turning to his notes on Kevin, she said, “Kevin introduced you to Brad, didn’t he? He gave Brad your phone number and then said you might know more and that you were confused.”
Haskell’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know why he’d say that. I’m not confused about anything.”
“He seemed to think you were,” Arden said. She held the file up. “He told Brad that you were.”
“Kevin’s the one who asked me to come here!” He looked around guiltily and swallowed.
“Why?”
Haskell thrust out a hand toward Savannah. “To protect her. He was worried about her. He asked me to come here and watch her back and that’s what I’ve been doing. I thought this might be the break my career needed so I said okay.”
“Why did he ask for your help?” Savannah asked.
“He and my mother were...well, they were very close back then and he and I became friends. We’ve kept in touch ever since. When Kevin told me he was coming here to play this mystery game, I asked if I could come along and he said he’d contact Zeke Tapper. A week later, Mr. Tapper called me and told me he needed someone to play a butler and a police officer and asked me which part I wanted. I selected the butler part and suggested my son for the other part.”
“I needed someone for the game,” Zeke said with a shrug. “When Kevin said that Johnny was an actor now and might be willing to help out, I said sure and gave him a call. I swear, I haven’t been sending him emails and I didn’t ask him to steal anyone’s phone.”
They turned to Haskell. “Look, I thought the emails were coming from Mr. Tapper. I had no idea someone had taken over the game.”
“But you were the one who removed the phones,” Max pointed out, “and you just admitted that order didn’t come from Zeke. So, who asked you to steal everyone’s phones?”
Haskell’s chin dropped to his chest. “I had no idea what he was up to until a few days ago.”
“Who?” Max demanded.
“Kevin,” he admitted softly. “He...he wanted to find out who hurt him way back when. He had me steal the phones to make Walter mad. I guess he thought it might make Walter confess. I don’t know. Kevin was also the one who put the picture in the banquet hall. I tried to tell him it wasn’t Walter. I explained to him that Dennis was who was behind it all, but he didn’t believe me. He thought I was...confused about what I saw. He’s hated Walter for years. Yvette too.” Sweat beaded on his forehead. “I swear I didn’t know anyone was going to die. I swear it.”
Reese slammed his hands against the piano keys. “Zeke, I guess I owe you an apology. I thought for sure it was you.” He began playing a funeral march. “Who would have thought Kevin was a murderer.”
Realizing, it was time to make her announcement, Arden said, “He’s not.” She turned to face the killer. “But you are.”
