Page 13 of The Trap

Maddox: You know you’re not my type. You haven’t killed enough. Up your roster then maybe we can talk…haha

Me: Whatever fuckface. Peace.

Maddox: Peace. I’ll call you tomorrow, we can talk more. Just got to the city.

I’m about to text him back to ask what’s up with the abrupt change in plans when the word city catches my eye. I don’t know if it’s the weed heightening my already mounting suspicions of Sally, but an idea strikes me, remembering that Maddox has a connection with a P.I. in the city. It’s a long shot, but it may be able to help me figure out what she’s hiding.

Me: Sounds good. You still talk to the P.I. in the city?

Maddox: He’s not a P.I. anymore but he still has connects. Why?

Me: He cool?

Maddox: I mean, he’s still friends with me even knowing my bullshit.

Me: I need you to have him run a name for me.

Maddox: You know I’m more than capable of getting you intel on anyone…

Tempting but no. Maddox and his taste for stalking isn’t how I want this to go. I just want info. If it comes down to it, I’ll be the one to take over when it comes to her. Not him.

Me: Not you. No offense.

Maddox: None taken…shoot.

Me: Sally Hardesty

Once more three dots fill the conversation then disappear before he responds.

Maddox: Umm like in Texas Chainsaw?

Me: No, that’s her name. See what you can get me on her.

Maddox: Really? Ok, I’ll see what I can do. Any other info you have on her?

Me: Blonde, drives a CRV.

Me: Oh and she has a coffin tattoo on her hand

Maddox: Sounds hot

Unfortunately.

Me: Yep

Maddox: Alright let me call Alex and see what I can do. I’ll be in touch.

Me: Thanks

I close out of our text, about to put my phone away when an incoming text from Brett drops on the notification bar. Rolling my eyes, I open his text.

Brett: Come upstairs when you’re done smoking. I forgot to give you something.

Me: Whatever it is, give it to me later.

Brett: Now.

Me: Fine, chill your balls. I’ll be up in a minute.

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