Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 479

Corley glanced over at Roseanne and said, "Yeah."

Regarding how he knew, Corley didn't go into the details. Madge didn't push him to explain further either.

Poor Roseanne felt like she was being examined under the intense scrutiny of two very sharp individuals, analyzed and dissected repeatedly.

Sigh…

"So, was the killer really that unsuspecting physics teacher?"

Madge seemed taken aback, "Why do you ask?"

In the book's grand finale, all mysteries were unraveled, ultimately pointing to the physics teacher.

He had used his academic expertise to plan a flawless crime.

The evidence was compelling, yet Corley questioned his guilt?

Madge's gaze became more penetrating.

Corley began, "There were a few subtle hints in the book..."

First, the mismatched shadow on the stairwell.

Second, the mysteriously disappearing murder weapon, which the police eventually found, yet its disappearance was never explained.

Third, the presence of a pair of men's slippers in a single woman's home, supposedly for guests. But why men's slippers specifically?

It's illogical.

If she were to prepare for guests, you'd expect women's slippers, not men's.

"...All these hidden clues suggest there might be another culprit. Of course," Corley shifted his tone, "this is just my personal theory."

Madge chuckled, "When you started asking these questions, you probably already had the answers in your mind."

Corley smiled, "So, there's going to be a sequel, right?"

Madge didn't reply.

But her smile said it all.

When they stopped at the alley, Roseanne thanked Corley as she and her parents got out of the car.

"Corley, thank you very much."

"You're welcome, Mr. Cole."

As they walked upstairs, Norris suddenly paused.

"Wait a second... I never mentioned where we lived. How did Sullivan know to stop here?"

Roseanne felt a pang of guilt.

Corley repeated, "A drink."

Cliff looked puzzled, "A drink? At this hour?"

He wasn't convinced.

The Elegant Tea Room—

York entered, glanced around, and scoffed, "What's this new trend?"

Corley poured him a cup, "Here, try this, freshly brewed."

York approached, looked at it with disdain, "Tasteless, not for me."

Cliff, who had already had two cups, nodded in agreement, admiring York's bravery to speak his mind.

Just then, Murray walked in.

York and Cliff were taken aback, their eyes darting between him and Corley.

Then, they started blinking at each other.

Cliff: Did you invite him?

York: As if I would dare!