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Whatever. This is not my focus.

Oliver may have cleaned up the mess last night, but I saw the dead fucking animal before I escaped to my room. I’d be stupid not to see this is a warning. I just hope that poor animal was already gone before he was transported to my house and thrown at my fucking sliding glass door. Ugh.

Oliver mentioned Hate. How he knew is anyone’s guess, but I have a sneaking suspicion it involves Sabrina. Is he stringing her along? Fucking her?

With a sour taste on my tongue, I open her texts and send a message. My phone dings with a new notification and I click over to my social media inbox.

I haven’t used this feature in years. Who would bother now?

Ghost_Files:This was the only way to contact you. I hope you keep this between us. I didn’t tell you the whole truth the other night. I was going to meet Dixie, but she texted me and told me to hold off. She said she was meeting up with someone. I was relieved. I know I’m a coward. I know…but whatever she did, I didn’t want any part of it.

I’m assuming this is Oren and nibbling my lip, I respond.

Okay.I get it. Did she say who she was meeting up with?”

Ghost_Files:No, but I have a feeling it was Oliver, Penny. You shouldn’t trust him. Towards the end, she was weird about him.

Penny L:She talked about him with you?

Ghost_Files:Yeah. She told me once that she played with him…

Penny L:Played what?

Ghost_Files:Penny, I think he’s the one who helped her catch those freaks…

Penny L:And what? Killed them?

Ghost Files:Did you hear about Matt?

Penny: Matt?

Ghost: He’s dead, Penny. Do you know who came to his house yesterday?

When I don’t answer, he continues.Ramsay…

Oren doesn’t say more after that, and I brood over his messages until I can’t take it anymore. Something has to give and sitting around waiting is getting me nowhere.

If I can’t ask Hate, maybe Bone will give me more information. It’s a long shot but whatever, I have nothing to lose. I’m already outrunning a fucking psycho.

Since I don’t have a ride, I arrange for a rideshare and wait on the front stoop. Although I know I’m not alone, it was easy to evade everyone in Ramsay’s gargantuan house.

Hopefully no one will even notice I’m gone. All of which goes out the window when Willow says behind me, “Where are you going?”

Sighing, I glance around and mutter, “Out.”

“Do you think that’s a good idea? Oliver told us about the dead animal. It’s not safe, Penny.”

“Nothing is safe,” I say, swinging around. “Right now, I don’t even know if I can trust Oliver.”

“Why?” She cocks her head to the side and because I see genuine confusion on her face, I relent.

“Every time I turn around, he’s hiding something. He was up to something with Dixie. I don’t know what, but he refuses to talk about it.”

Willow frowns and touches her neck before saying, “I saw them that night. The night she died. He was with his brother’s, Penny. And later when I found her…”

She shudders and I grab her arm. “Youfound her?”

Nodding, she pulls away gently. “Yes. I’m sorry, I didn’t know what to do, so we left and called the police anonymously.”

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