The Dangerous Mind Of The Missing Blackwood Heiress

The day my biological parents finally brought me home to the Blackwood estate, I spent most of the afternoon staring at the girl who had spent the last twenty years living my life. She looked fragile, like expensive bone china.

I looked at her and thought: She’s so frail. One clean cut and she wouldn’t even have the breath to scream.

Then I glanced out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Killing is the easy part; it’s the disposal that’s the headache. But this garden... the soil in the back lot looks soft. Perfect for a shallow grave.