While Ian leaned against the wall for support, the phone in his hand started ringing again.
I cast a glance at the screen, and it was a call from Harry.
Harry was a genius painter who loved beautiful colors. Four days ago, I found an extremely rare red paint specially for him. I knew he would love the paint the second he saw it.
I just did not expect that I would be dead before Harry could receive the surprise from me.
When Jan picked up the call, Harry’s tone had softened noticeably.
“Enough with this, Rebecca. You should stop throwing your tantrums. You were indeed wrong this time. I don’t care where you are. Just hurry and come home. I’ll take your side this time.”
While Harry was still blabbering on, Ian interrupted him, “Harry Haldeman, were you the one who instructed the maids to burn the dead body? That body was very likely our sister, Rebecca!”
There was a moment’s stunned silence.
Then, Harry’s voice started shaking. “That… Could it be… That’s impossible. Rebecca couldn’t have ended up looking like that. She was locked inside the cellar for just three days. She couldn’t have turned into something so disgusting.
“That’s impossible! I’m coming back. We’ll do a DNA test. I recall that we’ll just need her hair to do the test. That thing couldn’t possibly be our sister.”
He hung up right after saying that.
