I’m so fucking confused. And I feel dirty and wrong, but when it was happening, itelt.3." I trail off with another groan, and this time I just bang my head against the granite countertop. “Really good?” she fills in. "Amazing? Out of this world?" "All of the above," I confess. "I have never come so hard in my entire life.” “Damn,” she breathes, a note of awe in her voice. “Has he contacted you since then?” she asks gently, running her fingers through my hair in a comforting gesture. I lift my head, a frown on my face. “Yes. He just... he said he didn’t want me to fall in love with something fake. He pretty much said he’s showing me who he really is, instead of lying to me about it. The fact that he thinks he can make me fall in love with him in the first place goes to show how deranged he 1s.” “That’s... oddly nice? But really fucked up. There’s something wrong with him. But we knew that from the chopped-off hands.” I snort. “Yeah, just a bit.” “Have you, uh, asked him about that yet?” I nod. “Yeah, he basically played his usual macho man act and said not to worry about it and that he’d take care of it.” I roll my eyes, but in all honesty, I’m glad for it. If I can count on my shadow for anything, it’s to fuck someone up. He’s made that more than clear. I sit up and bring Gigi's journal back towards me. “Anyhoo, let’s just focus on figuring out what happened to my great-grandmother.” It’s not hard to put Daya back into hacker mode. She slides her laptop towards her and immediately starts tapping away on the keyboard. The quickness of her fingers gives me a run for my money when I’m in a particularly good part in writing my book. She’s been known to have to replace a few keys from how hard she types. “So, time of death for Gigi was estimated about 5:05 P.M. Your greatgrandfather claimed that he had run to the grocery store and when he came home, he found her dead in their bed. I found some witness reports claiming they did see John in Morty’s grocery store around 5:35 P.M. But they didn’t specify if they had seen him walking in or out of the store, or if they just saw him shopping during that time.” I nod my head, twisting my lips in contemplation. “In her last few journal entries, she was frantic and kept saying that he was coming for her. She never said who he is. But it has to be Ronaldo, right? “So, maybe he waited until John left and snuck in and killed her while he was gone. He stalked her after all, he’d know exactly when my great-grandfather would’ ve left.”