Hearing the knocking at the door, Aunt Wallace couldn't help but tremble again.
"Auntie, are you awake? It's me, Leo. I have something important to discuss. Can you please open the door?" When no one came to open the door, the killer couldn't help but pound harder.
"Aunt Wallace, it's okay. Go ahead and open the door. We're here," Zoe Sawyer said, squeezing Aunt Wallace's hand. "We'll keep you safe. Please, don't worry. Trust us."
Aunt Wallace looked at Zoe Sawyer, squeezed her hand in return, and nodded. "Alright!"
Just as Leo grew impatient and was about to force his way in, the lights on the first floor suddenly flicked on.
The moment Aunt Wallace flipped the switch, the officers quickly ducked out of sight, ensuring the killer wouldn't spot them in the room.
Aunt Wallace took a deep breath, threw on a coat, and walked to the living room door. She pulled it open a crack. "Leo? What brings you here so late? Is something important going on?"
