"How did Anthony do it?"
Dean glanced at the chaotic construction site, then at the time on his cell phone screen, his face betraying a sense of life's absurdity.
Except for the killer. Dean didn't believe anyone could predict the exact moment of a person's death to the second!
Just a lesson. Anthony wouldn't be that depraved... right?
Dean stroked his chin, deciding to call the police. He also made a personal call to Holz, who had finished his shift, asking him to bring some detection equipment and come over quickly.
Since it was a lesson, Dean didn't want to delay.
He put away his phone, clipped his detective badge to his chest, and walked towards the construction site.
The site had been operational for over half a month, and its framework was mostly constructed. The remaining workers were mostly electricians, laying cables and installing other equipment.
