​​The Real Killer​

Summary

My boyfriend's suspense novel was adapted into a scripted murder mystery game. During our class reunion, as we were playing it, he suddenly pointed at me and declared, "You're the murderer."

But he wasn't talking about the game—he was referring to a real murder case from our school years.

A case that had already been closed, with the culprit long behind bars.

"You," he said, "are the real killer."

I scoffed. "Got any proof?"