“Why would I, when we can just wait for the voicemail?”
“That’s not for you. That’s my work phone,” I growl.
“All the more interesting …”
“You got what you wanted, now give me the information you said you had,” I tell her, and I jerk on the straps. “And free me.”
“And give you the chance to arrest me? I don’t think so.”
She waits until the phone stops buzzing, then goes to my back and grabs my wrist.
“This is illegal, and you know it,” I tell her, but she completely ignores me and uses my thumb to unlock the main screen.
“I’m way too invested in all of this,” she says, as she gets up again and swipes through my phone like it’s her plaything too. “Interesting. Let’s play it back.”
She opens the voicemail tab on my phone and presses the Play button on the message.
“Hi, Atreus, this is Mark from the bureau. I wanted to call because it’s important, but you’re not picking up. Please call me as soon as you can. The officers stationed on Spine Ridge U campus caught suspicious movement near the rose maze at nine p.m. Screams were audible. An officer who was stationed there is also missing, Bob Eizenheimer.”
My eyes widen.
Shit.
Someone’s targeting my officers.
My eyes skitter from the clock to the face of the woman in front of me, who looks just as flabbergasted as I am.
Nine p.m. was just ten minutes ago, so there’s no way it could’ve been her.
“Anyway, please call back.”
The call ends.
The killer is on the loose, probably murdering Bob as we speak, and it isn’t her.
Who is this woman?
The phone drops from her hand onto the small cabinet in front of my couch.
“Get me out of here, right now,” I bark at her.
But she keeps shaking her head, all confused like she can’t believe what’s going on.
“I gotta go.” She grabs the rest of her things and tucks them into the bag again, including the knife stuck next to my head.
Then she turns around, picks up her leather jacket along with her bag, and bolts off.
“Hey! You can’t just leave me here like this!” I yell. “You haven’t even told me what you promised you would!”
But as I scoot forward, I can hear the balcony doors in my bedroom open.
“Sorry, we have to make it a rain check. TTYL. Hope you had as much fun as I did. See you next time.”
“Next time?!” I bark.
THWACK!
The doors are shut, along with my only possibility of escaping these zip ties.
