Page 154 of Chameleon Killer

I smiled faintly. “Worth asking.”

Always.

“Are you done with killing the others on your list?”

The monitor went black.

I straightened.

“Simon?”

Nothing.

Then one final line appeared.

Your time is over.

I checked my watch. We had been talking for fifty-three minutes. It felt like ten.

“I have more questions.”

I know.

“Then don’t end the conversation.”

This one must end.

“Why?”

Because the others are becoming impatient.

My blood went cold. “Others?”

The monitor remained blank.

“Simon.”

No answer.

I looked toward the cameras.

Toward the door.

Flint. He was out there. Brewster? Had he followed us? Probably.

I frowned at the screen. “Who else is out there?”

No answer.

The cursor blinked.

Mallory.

My first name.

Not Ms. McBryan.

I went still. “You changed the rules.”