Information acquired. I dragged him to my truck and drove him twenty miles out of town to an abandoned grain silo I knew. It was isolated, soundproof, and terrifying at night. I zip-tied him to a support beam.
“You’re leaving me here?” he cried. “I’ll freeze!”
“It’s fifty degrees,” I said. “You’ll be uncomfortable, but you’ll live. Tessa might not. So you sit here and pray she wakes up. Because if she dies, I come back. And I won’t bring water next time.”
I left him screaming into the darkness.
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I returned to the city, but before I could move on the warehouse, my phone buzzed. It was a text from an unknown number.
I know what you’re doing. I can help. But you need to know the truth about Tessa.
I stared at the screen. Reply: Who is this?
Response: Someone who hates Victor as much as you do. Meet me at the diner on Route 9. Alone.
