Page 127 of Freshmeet
He took it with a relieved smile. “Thanks.” Tapping the screen, his smile twisted into a frown. “What the fuck?”
“Language,” Colleen absentmindedly said as she leaned into Dr. Reyes.
“Look at this.” He gave me the phone, and my stomach dropped to my ass.
UNKNOWN
Stay away from Sarah, or you’re next.
TWENTY-EIGHT
I LOVE YOU
CONNOR
“And you haven’t noticed anything strange?”
Like people dying all around me?
“No,” I said, shifting on the hard plastic chair.
Uncle Rick had commandeered an exam room so the police could grill us about the text message.
The cop shared a frustrated look with my uncle.
Frowning, I said, “If we knew more, don’t you think we’d tell you?”
Sarah nodded in agreement.
The cop flipped his notebook closed and sighed. “Okay. If you remember anything, or get any more of these messages, I want you to call me immediately.”
“Yes, sir,” Sarah mumbled, standing and picking up her bag.
“Why don’t you go check on Jamie and your mom?” Uncle Rick said, motioning us out of the small room.
In the hallway, Sarah let out a breath.
“You okay?” I asked, pulling her to my side as we walked to the elevators.
“I think so? I’m just so confused. Why is this happening?”
I shook my head and hit the up arrow.
Sarah glanced down the empty hall and then back at me. “It feels like all of this is my fault.” The elevator opened, and we got on.
“But you didn’t even know Deidra or Bethany.”
The doors slid shut, and Sarah turned to me. “But what about Hailey and your friends? I was there, Connor.”
“So were Mona, Kat, Jamie, and I.”
“But the text?—”
“Is probably some asshole pulling a stupid prank.”
She fixed me with a sour look, her cute little nose scrunching in annoyance.
Grabbing her hand, I dragged her toward me. “Kirksville is a small town. We could find a million and one ways we’re all connected to these murders.” I kissed her forehead.
