He’s going deeper into the maze.
I swallow away the lump in my throat as I stride behind him and pause behind a couple of bushes when he approaches the bench beneath the tree. He waits until a man appears from the exit on the other end of the clearing.
Somehow, I recognize him, but I don’t remember why until it suddenly hits me. He’s in his civilian clothing. This is the cop who was stationed outside the front door to the main campus building.
What the … Did Xavier agree to meet him here?
Why would he? Unless he’s planning to spill the beans on Sunny’s killings.
My eyes widen, and I shuffle closer, wondering if I should intervene.
The off-duty cop stops midway there and frowns. “Hey, you’re not … I was supposed to meet a girl here. Who are you?”
Xavier turns and gawks at him as he lowers his hoodie and pulls something out of his pocket … something which sharply glints in the light of the moon.
“Your end.”
CHAPTER 17
Atreus
I grabmy bag and head out of the station after I’ve wished everyone a good evening. I make my way to my car and sit down behind the wheel, content with a fruitful workday, but a revving motorcycle near me instantly sours my mood.
My phone suddenly buzzes.
Don’t tell me it’s someone from the office again.
I’m just about ready to go home to catch some sleep.
I pull my phone from my pocket and open the messages, expecting to be pulled right back into the office when the name in the corner makes all the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
Unknown: I’m impressed with your ability to discern that there’s a killer on the loose.
Me: Who is this?
Unknown: My name isn’t important. Do you want more information on your little killer or not?
Me: Yes. Just give me a name, an address, or a phone number. The reward is still available if it leads to an arrest.
Unknown: I don’t want the reward you’re offering.
I frown.
Me: Then what do you want?
Unknown: You’ll find out soon enough.
Now I’m getting tickedoff.
Me: Don’t be so cryptic. Either give me the information or get out of my messages.
Unknown: Can’t do that.
Me: How did you even get my number? It wasn’t on the TV screen.
Unknown: I have my ways.
My eye begins to twitch.
