Elise began to cry, as she recalled the fear of the previous night, and Vera and Charles shared a knowing look, before she went to comfort Elise. "Thank you so much, Elise. This was really helpful." Charles said, appreciating her, and she nodded. "I just... When Samantha took apples from the fridge, I realized I also craved them, so I went to take an apple, only to be reminded of the scent immediately I bit into it." Elise explained, sniffing, and Vera hugged her once more. "Thank you so much, but can you not tell anyone about this? We don't want the culprit knowing we're close to figuring him out." Vera said, and Elise nodded. The both of them went out, and Charles smirked, thinking back on Layla and Kent again. When he had first met Kent—without exaggerations— he had smelled strongly of apples that he had wondered if he owned an apple farm. It turned out that Kent, who Vera had been suspecting could actually be the culprit. Vera came back minutes later and sat next to Charles. "I'm thinking we should suspect Kent." She said, running a hand through her hair. "I've always said he looks suspicious, and there's a weird aura he carries around him." She added. "Yeah, I also felt uneasy when I first met him. There was just something dark and uncomfortable about him." Charles replied. "Remember how I told you I saw him restless? He was pacing around his room, and after that, he seemed really clumsy and distracted. He could be the culprit. Everything about him is just weird." She said. "So Kent is our major suspect, but still, we have to plan things well." "What about Layla? They fought today. You don't think he'll try to kidnap her, do you?" Vera asked, and Charles sighed. "Let's leave things as they are. Kent may have no intention of harming her, but if we tell Layla, and she gets scared of him, or confront him, he might decide to harm her after all, so let's plan right." Charles said, and Vera realized he was right. Layla acted tough whenever she got mad, but really, she was soft within, and easily got scared. That night, a few of the were in the living room including Vera and Charles, talking. "Listen up, everyone. Tonight. Be extra careful. Don't come out, and stay in your rooms." Charles began and everyone turned to look at him. "Why?" Samantha asked. "We know the culprit is." Vera replied. "You know?" Layla asked, and immediately went to sit next to Vera. "How do you know? How? Wait, you mean… you mean we can leave?" She asked. "What are we waiting for? Let's call the cops." Damien said. "That's not the point here. How do they know? Who is it? We have to know all these before the cops arrive, don't we?" Grace questioned. "The culprit's Identity will be kept a secret. Return the women before tomorrow, and bury everything, or get found out." Charles said, and Vera looked at Kent. He looked at his fingers, and seemed to be deep in thought. "Why showing mercy to such scumbag? He almost took Elise." Damien snapped. "He took Sarah," "And Katie." "Tomorrow, we'll report the case to the station. If he brings the women, shouldn't you be happy they're alive?" Vera asked. "What if he killed them?" Elise asked. "Then he'll be unable to provide them, and we'll text him to the station. The cops will be here early in the morning." Charles replied. "But what if the cops think you're pointing to a random person just so you can leave?" Layla asked, and Charles looked at his feet, with a smile. "We have evidence. Solid evidence. Real proof." He said, mysteriously, and there was silence. "You're not going to tell us that, too, are you?" Grace asked. "We don't want the culprit finding a way to render our evidence weak before tomorrow. Don't worry. By tomorrow, everyone will be free, and the culprit…. Will be right where he belongs." Vera assured them, and Layla wrapped her arm around Vera's. "Are you sure you're right? We can really leave? So much for a vacation. I'll never come to Madame Boyle's ever again." Layla said, with a pout. "Alright. We won't pressure you, but… just keep your word, okay?" Damien said, and Charles nodded. "You really can't tell me?" Layla whispered to Vera. "Let's give him the thrashing of his life, before the cops have it all to themselves." She continued. "No. I really can't tell you. For your own sake." Vera replied. She didn't want to put Layla in trouble. If Layla knew Kent was the culprit, Kent was definitely going to go for her next, and since they fought earlier, she didn't know to what extent he'd go to punish her. "Alright. I guess I just have to bottle my curiosity, and wait till tomorrow." Layla concluded. "Yeah, you do that." Vera replied. After a quiet dinner, they all trudged into their rooms, expecting the next day, and the truths it would unfold. Vera lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the next few hours until the morning would be. She doubted she'd be able to get some sleep. "Do you think the women are fine?" She asked. "Let's hope they are. I don't think Kent's too much of a maniac to actually kill someone." Charles replied, and Vera sat up. "I'm going to get some water down my throat. It's really parched." She said, and left the room. Vera cracked her neck in the living room, and exhaled deeply, before opening the fridge, and checking if it was water alone she really wanted. "Let's not be greedy." She muttered, and grabbed a bottle of water. She didn't bother with a glass, knowing she was going to finish the water, and she did. Vera downed almost every last drop of the chilled water, and when she had bottled the cap, and thrashed it, she was taken aback when a strong arm pressed down on her mouth, and something cold meeting the delicate skin of her tilted neck. She knew he had come to find her.