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It was the opportunity I needed. After that, Logan felt indebted to me, and I used it. I had him do my dirty work: I loaned him Doug’s black sweatshirt to break into Lucy’s hotel room to get us any information we could use to help cover this up. He botched that, of course. And in exchange for keeping Cass out of everything, he promised to keep tabs on her. To plant the idea thatshemight be the one behind the murders so she would stay quiet. And when I realized Brooke was poking around, asking questions even when she promised me she wouldn’t, I had him break into her room too. He protested, of course, to all of it. But all it took was a gentle reminder of what I held over him.
Of course, I was the one to take care of Daniel. I wanted to. The shithead had tried to blackmail us, so I set up a little meeting, using a burner phone that I later stuck under Doug’s mattress. I met him in that alley. As we started talking, he glanced down at hisphone. I used that moment of distraction to my advantage. Just as he returned his phone to his pocket, I pulled out the knife I had brought from the dive shop, the same one I later used on Logan, and dragged it across his throat. Made it look just like that guy’s murder on Koh Samui, the one who crossed the Thai Mafia. A nice touch if I do say so myself.
But then I heard footsteps coming from behind me. I took off, thankfully remembering the slight curve at the end of the alley that leads to a bigger road near Kumvit, where I changed my shirt before heading back out onto the street and dumping the bloody one in a kebab shop waste bin. I didn’t dare go back to the alley to grab Daniel’s phone, lest someone see me over his corpse. Instead, I risked it, hoping that without Daniel’s guiding hand, the police wouldn’t realize the incriminating evidence he had on his videos from the Full Moon Party. Not a big risk, really, given how bloody incompetent they are. So I booked it back to the dive shop, just as all the others were arriving.
I never imagined Brooke would be stealthy enough to steal Daniel’s phone from his front pocket. But hey, that’s my girl.
And she bought all of it, including the sob story about my rough childhood in Bristol. The basis of it was true, even if I did lie about trying to off myself—I could tell just by glancing at her bracelets what they were hiding, and what better way for her to trust me? I did leave out some of the more lurid details of my upbringing though. My parents’ double murder, which the police tried so badly to tie to me but never could. The home I was transferred to after, where the other kids just happened to start sporting new injuries after my arrival. A broken arm here, a black eye there. Until I got out of that dump.
I forced the tears to come the night everything happened at Frangipani, but I really didn’t have to try much. The doctors back at that home in Bristol told me I was incapable of feeling emotions, but they were wrong. That night, I was happy. The tears of triumph dropped one by one, just when I needed them. I made Greta come over to the stretcher before the police packed me up into the ambulance. I kept the tears flowing so it looked like we were having a sentimental conversation. I’d already made her look guilty enough by planting my passport in her house, and I told her that if she ever decided to come clean and speak of my role in any of the murders, if she ever questioned any of it, I would track down Alice back in Sweden: the only person Greta ever seemed capable of loving. And I would kill her.
And she knew I was right.
I didn’t have to worry about Doug. The police wouldn’t believe a word that came out of that degenerate’s mouth anyway. And the rest of them were dead. Easy as pie.
I’ll miss it here, on this island. It’s been good to me. A haven of sorts, where I could really be myself. Where I didn’t have to hide my urges. But I’m optimistic. Brooke and I have a load of countries ahead of us. Countless unsuspecting women who don’t know better and corrupt police who are easily dissuaded from investigating. And now I have the picture-perfect boyfriend facade to hide behind.
So goodbye for now, Koh Sang. But hello, world of opportunities.
