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Argh. Who am I kidding?

I know exactly why none of this is giving me the warm, gooey feelings it should. I fell asleep in Milo’s arms and woke up alone. And apparently, my stupid heart has decided that’s enough to put a damper on every good thing that’s happened since.

That’s the problem with first loves. A small piece of you always belongs to them, no matter how many years you spend pretending otherwise.

Before my brain can spiral any further, I spot Sienna tucked away at a table in a quiet corner of the dining room, beside a large window overlooking the backyard.

Thank God for small miracles.

I grab some breakfast and, more importantly, coffee, then make a beeline for her table.

“Morning.”

Sienna doesn’t reply as I sit across from her. She’s still typing on her phone, her brow furrowed in concentration.

“Well, hello to you too,” I tease, reaching for my coffee.

She holds up one finger, as if to silence me. I don’t even have it in me to be annoyed by her demeanor. Even back in school, whenever Sienna got stuck on a problem, she didn’t appreciate interruptions. Not even from her best friend.

I’m halfway through my coffee by the time she finally places her phone on the table.

“Hi. Sorry. I was going back and forth with Chief Neptune.”

“Chief Neptune?” My brows rise. “Little early for him to be at work, isn’t it? I didn’t think he clocked in before lunchtime.” I smile at my own joke, but it falls flat with Sienna. “What’s wrong?”

Sienna leans forward, lowers her voice, and says, “He struck again.”

“Who struck again?”

She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Who do you think? The Reunion Killer.”

“Shh!” I glance around us. “Keep your voice down.”

“Then don’t ask stupid questions,” she mutters, rolling her eyes.

Normally, I’d have something to say about that, but I’m too disturbed by the idea that there really is someone out there killing our former classmates to take her reprimand to heart.

“Who did he get?” I whisper, leaning closer.

“Amber.”

“Holy shit.” My stomach bottoms out. “When?”

“Yesterday. That makes four victims in as many days.”

I shake my head. “No. It’s been five days. He didn’t kill anyone Tuesday.”

“So the fucker took a day off between kills. So what? That’s still four dead Reds.”

“Yeah. Okay. You have a point.” I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, debating whether I should tell Sienna I was with Amber yesterday afternoon. “How did she die?” I ask instead.

“Chief Neptune said they found her on the side of the road. Her car had gone off the pavement, but Amber wasn’t inside.” Sienna pauses. “She was pinned against a tree.”

My coffee suddenly doesn’t sit so well in my stomach.

“Pinned?”

“With her own car. From what Neptune told me, it looks like someone lured her out there, got her standing in front of the tree, then used her car to ram her into it. Crushed her between the hood and the trunk.”