A Perfect Murder Link

Julian’s perfect plan crumbled like wet sand. The motive wasn’t simple. It was a double helix of betrayal and counter-betrayal. He had been so busy constructing the frame for Elara and Marco that he had walked into a frame of his own. His desire for a story with no questions had blinded him to the most obvious question of all: what if his characters had their own script?

And froze.

Elara spoke, her voice flat and hollow. “You were right, Marco. He’s been planning this for weeks. The texts, the hotel… he wanted us to be the crime scene.” A Perfect Murder