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“Yes, but…you have to understand it’s only because Oliver thought he was stalking me.”
Shit. That sounds wrong, and I know it even before Rena’s face goes blank.
“Stalking you?” she whispers.
“Yeah. It was a mistake. Someone left some threatening notes at my works a few weeks ago and Oliver thought it might be him.”
My words don't have the expected reaction. I expect her to immediately start screaming at me indignantly or be at least very pissed that Oliver hurt her boyfriend.
Instead, her face goes pale.
“When?” she asks in a voice that’s a little more than a whisper.
“A few weeks ago,” I say. “But don’t worry, we got it cleared up, and like I said, I’m very sorry it happened. I didn’t know he would do that.”
“What day was it?”
“Um…I don’t really know. I hope he’s not beat up too bad—"
“I said, what fucking day was this?” Rena cries out immediately, and I watch the expression on her face well, noting the tightness in her features, the gleam in her widened eyes.
It’s not anger I’m seeing, I realize. It’s fear.
“Wednesday. About three weeks ago,” I say quietly and it's like I’ve shot her. She reaches back and holds the couch with a trembling hand as though to steady herself. Her eyes blink rapidly, and by now, my anxiety is skyrocketing.
“Rena, what’s going on?” I ask.
“We need to call the police,” she whispers.
“What?”
“Give me your phone.” She holds out a hand shakily. “We need to call the police right fucking now."
But before I can obey, the door behind me opens and Theo is standing there with the same sinister look on his face.
“Too late,” he says with a smile.
Chapter Eighteen
Oliver
ThephoneringsasI’m getting in the car. It’s not Delilah calling, and I almost ignore it, my mind too occupied with panicked thoughts about her.
Where the fuck is she?
I had tried to wait it out, but I can’t help it. I feel crazy but instinct is driving me, telling me that something is off.
And I need to figure out what it is before it’s too late.
The phone rings for nearly half a minute before I finally give in, answering. “Ben, what’s up?”
“Hey, man. Is this a bad time?”
It’s fucking horrible timing, but that’s not his fault. “No, it’s fine. Tell me what’s going on?”
Ben’s voice is only slightly apologetic. “Sorry for calling so late, but I think I have something on your stalker.”
I sit up as alarm spirals through my body. “Tell me.”
