Chapter 143: Chapter 143

My heart dipped in my chest, and I hurriedly ran over to Zion. “Rachel’s missing?”

“She’s been spending all her time at the coroner’s to look into Stephanie’s death and examine bodies with Dr. Sparks so that she could try and find the truth. Rachel even nearly fainted last night, which was why I told her to go home and rest.

“She wasn’t with the police force this morning, so I gave her a call, but no one picked up, “Zion explained.

He continued worriedly, “I was dealing with another case then. By the time I went looking for Rachel at noon, she’d already gone missing. I’ve been looking for her all this time, and no one else has seen her.”

“What about last night? Are you sure Rachel reached home safely?” I asked shakily while grabbing Zion’s arm.

“The security guard was on shift last night, so he should’ve seen Rachel if she went back. home.

But he didn’t, which meant she didn’t go home. That means she must’ve gone missing on the way home after leaving the police station,” Zion said.

I looked back at Steven, worried. I needed to find Rachel.

Steven looked as if he wanted to say something to me.

“Let’s go to my place to find her!” I exclaimed to Zion, suddenly recalling something.” Oh, I meant…

Stephanie Carlson’s home.”

I told Rachel that the murderer might have been at my home before. Could she have gone there instead of going home last night?

Zion was stunned before he gestured for me to get in his car.

Steven took a couple of steps toward me before he stood there, dejected.

I watched him from the rearview mirror, my heart hurting for some reason.

Was Steven upset? Or sad? Was he sad that I cared more about somebody else than him?

Or was it all just my misunderstanding…

“He depends on you a lot,” Zion spoke up as he glanced at the rearview mirror.

I said nothing in response, feeling uncomfortable.

Why… did I feel so upset seeing Steven standing there alone, quietly waiting for me?

It was as if a voice was telling me to not make Steven walt anymore. That he had walted for too long.

My hands clasped together as I glanced at Zion. “Can I… bring Steven along?”

Zion was about to start driving. He looked at me and said, “Sure.”

I hurriedly got out of the car and asked Steven, who was standing there barefoot in the courtyard, “Do you want to come find Rachel with me?”

Steven swiftly looked up at me, eyes bright. He said nothing but instead hurried over and got into the car with me.

I took his shoes from the housekeeper before getting into the car and putting them on for him. He was curled up in a corner, watching me carefully throughout.

“Have you… remembered me, Stephie?” Steven asked softly.

I shook my head, confused. I was only doing this out of sympathy.

Disappointment colored Steven’s eyes again before he turned to look out the window.

We were silent throughout the car ride, though Steven never once let go of his grip on my hand.

Zion parked his car in the alleyway below my apartment before cautiously leading us upstairs. Now that it was dark out, the lights in the stairwell were dimmer than usual.

I instinctively protected Steven by standing in front of him. Meanwhile, his eyes never left me.

“Something’s wrong with the man hiding in Stephanie’s home,” I whispered, giving Zion the door key hidden under the floor mat..

Zion carefully unlocked the door and gestured for us to be careful.

It was dark and unlit inside. My portrait appeared quite terrifying in the dark. I was definitely the first person alive to be scared by my own portrait.

“Shh.” Zion suddenly gestured for us to be quiet with his finger and listened for any sounds from within the house.

All of a sudden, there was some noise from the bedroom.

“Rachel?” Zion called out cautiously and switched on the living room lights. He then slowly moved to the bedroom.

I carefully eyed the bedroom as well, praying Rachel was alive and well.