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“This feels like fucking karma.”
“I know.”
“If the cops come, call me,” he said and then cursed. “I was joking. Fuck. I hope she won’t call the detectives, but we can’t blame her if she does.”
“Any normal person would. I can claim temporary insanity and… say it’s all a joke,” I muttered, scratching my stubble with frustration. “I hate myself. I knew she was trouble. I knew… she’d find a way to tear me apart, and now look at me. I should have listened to myself.”
When we hung up after an hour of Enzo telling me how much of a dumbfuck I was, I stared at the watch. God, why was time moving at a snail’s pace? I leaned against the door and tried hard to listen, but everything was so quiet. Did she fall asleep or something?
I stared at my watch with a yawn. It was only three in the morning. I had no idea how long I had been sitting here. I stood up and stretched, my body groaning in protest.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I wanted to scream and beg.
Please come and save me from this torture, Red.
I cursed when my phone rang. Was it Yara? The black was slowly wearing gray, and my Red never came to find me. The phone stopped after a while and then started again.
“Reah? What’s up? It’s fucking four.” She yawned and cursed. If Yara decided to hand me over to the cops, Reah would find out about the man she had been helping for a long time, and she’d hate me for that.
There was Vanessa, Natalia, Shayna… Oh, Thatcher would revel in my demise.
“I hate you,” she said, yawning again. “But I have some good news for you.”
I doubted that. Nothing would cheer me up right now.
I should have just kept my fucking mouth shut. She wasn’t ready for the darkness, ready to hear that the man she was fucking was a serial killer.
Oh, why in the hell would I think that was a good idea?
Fuck me in my fucking ass with a fucking chainsaw.
“The burner… your Wolff’s, it just came back online. I set up a reminder for it, and I was just alerted. I’m currently triangulating the signals… and if it stays long enough, I’ll find the location.”
“Fuck, not right now. I can’t…” I growled, tugging at my hair with a frown. “Ok. If you find something, send it to me.”
“Will do,” Reah said and hung up.
After a few more minutes, I heard another ping, and it was Reah, sending me the GPS location of K.Y. Wolff’s burner.
R: I don’t know how long it’s going to be online. If I were U, I’d leave now.
I knocked at the door and waited for a moment to hear something. There was no sound.
“Yara? Yara? Red?”
Once again, there was graveyard silence.
“Is she even inside?” I muttered to myself, pushing the door open and noticing a sticky note pasted on the inside of the door.
Going for a run. Will be back soon. Don’t worry. You’re safe.
Ripping it from the door with a growl, I crumpled the paper with a curse.
“Why the hell would you go for a run now, Red?” If something happened to her, I’d kill The Strangler and then myself.
