Page 144 of Remy

Against the better judgement of the sixth sense tickling the hair on the back of my neck, I let it slide. I carry on with my duties, pretend the disposal didn’t happen, and continue to ignore the red flags even though my thoughts are consumed with them… only to be kicked in the gut when Thursday morning is the same. Tepid room. Lukewarm retort. Wesley hovering.

This time when I pull out my phone, I don’t bother searching for imaginary messages. I call Remy straight away.

He doesn’t answer.

I try texting.

Me

What’s going on? Are you okay?

Five minutes pass with no response.

Me

I thought we had a deal.

No reply.

Me

You lied to me.

The three dots of an impending reply blink on the screen.

Remy

I’ve never lied to you.

Bullshit. He said I’d be notified whenever he disposed of a body. He told me I’d be kept in the loop.

Me

You broke a promise.

The three dots flash on screen then disappear. Flash then disappear.

I stand staring at the screen, waiting, apprehensive anticipation chomping at my insides. But no new message pops up.

I’m left on read.

Me

We need to talk.

I fixate on the screen, impatient, restless.

He doesn’t even read the message.

“Goddamn you.” I smack my cell down on the transport gurney with a heavy thunk.

“Bad morning?” Ivy questions from the hall.

Shit.

“Hey.” I swing around to face her. “I didn’t know you were in already.”

“Yeah.” She eyes me dubiously. “Your dad has me doing some extra training so I wanted to get highly caffeinated before we start. What’s with the colorful blasphemy?”

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