Chapter 120

Zion's face was grim as he looked at me. "Ms. Larson, you shouldn't be here." I stayed quiet. After the police cleared the scene, I got up to find Steven. I wondered if he had followed me here. Frantically, I searched for Steven. When I finally spotted him across the street, still standing in the rain, relief flooded through me. He was still here. "Steven..." I wanted to run to him, but the road was too crowded with cars. "Stephie, don't move," he called out. Rushing over, he draped his jacket over my shoulders protectively. "Should we go home?" His gentle voice calmed my nerves. I nodded, taking one last look at the crime scene. "That madman won't cease his onslaught," I murmured. The murderer would continue his spree until he felt satisfied. "I'm looking for him too," Steven said. I looked at him. "Why won't you say his name?" Steven shook his head. "Because I'm not sure either." I frowned, feeling unsure if I could trust Steven. … Back at the old Lincoln residence,