The jacket was soaked in what looked like a red dye; Harper knew better than to think that.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Harper,” Brad whispered, and the girl felt her spine grow rigid at the mention of her name.

But she realized that he actually couldn’t see her – he was talking to himself.

Harper turned around and watched as her previous partner held a picture of her in his hands.

“If you hadn’t threatened … you’d be fine by now.”

“What are you saying?” she muttered, walking up to him and trying to get his attention. “Are you saying that you killed me?”

Brad looked up, his face confused and his blond brows connected together in a strong ‘v’.

“Now I’m hearing voices…”

“You’ll be hearing a lot more than a voice if you did what I think you did!” Harper shouted, this time so loudly the rafters would have shook if her voice was audible.

“You know what? I’m gonna pin you. Bradley, you’re gonna rot in jail.”