Skip to content
The Fifth Victim
Category: Thriller
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
She had learned long ago not to trust promises.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
There were stories told of this place, and none of them ended well.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The map was old, its edges frayed, but the path it showed was unmistakable.
He was the kind of man who kept his word, even when it cost him.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
The end.