Chapter 22 The watcher

I didn't sleep. Every creak of the house was a footstep. Every shadow through the blinds was a person.

At 4 AM, I texted Beck: "Someone's outside. I saw a phone screen. Glowing."

He replied in three seconds: "Call 911. I'm on my way."

I didn't call 911. I just watched the window.

Beck's truc...

Login and Continue Reading