#Chapter 68: Intruder

Nina

“Of course I believe you, Nina.”

Relief flooded through me at Enzo’s words. “Thank you,” I whispered, looking down at the table.

Enzo wasted no time in getting to work. He opened his laptop and started scouring all of the Twitter threads that contained pictures of me, scanning through them until he had a list compiled of some of his biggest — and most angry — fans.

“Do any of these people look familiar to you?” he asked, turning the laptop toward me I furrowed my brow as I looked through the list then shook my head, handing him back his laptop.

“Not really,” I replied, “but I also haven’t seen the stalker. I know they were right next to me on multiple occasions, but I never saw them

“What about someone else?” Enzo asked “Like James. Or even Lisa. Those pictures taken from the quad the other day when Lisa threw her coffee on you were taken from relatively close range Maybe someone else saw.”

“I could ask James,” I replied. “I don’t think Lisa would even talk to me, let alone tell me the truth.”

Enzo nodded and shut his laptop. stuffing it back into his backpack.” That’s alright,” he said. “I’ll talk to her You go talk to James.” He stood, slinging his backpack over his shoulder, then started to head for the exit.

I found James in Tiffany’s office later that day, poring over paperwork. He was slightly upset that I had just run away from him the day before, but was understanding of the situation and even more concerned when I told him about the stalker “I haven’t seen anyone,” he said, his eyes wide after I told him about the stalker. “Did you go to the police?”

I nodded. “I went this morning.” I replied. “The stalker somehow erased all of the evidence. They even stole the letter out of my bag. So, naturally, the police didn’t believe me.”

standing from the table. “Let me know if you get any

feeling defeated as I walked out of Tiffany’s office The sun was already going down, which only added

were sitting on the couch. Both of them were

asked, jumping up from the couch as soon as

believe me. The stalker somehow

Jessica,

I asked,

“I was walking home from the dining

closer to her “Did

shielded her from me with an angry

with my fists clenched. I put my hand on the doorknob, Lori calling after me

your fault for messing around with Enzo, you know,” she said. “Do the right thing and cut him off before

supportive through this entire thing, not

Jessica’s sobs in

closing and

unclenched my fists as I waited

paced, however, I noticed something

on my cheek, blowing through my window. I

closed,” I said aloud to myself, stepping warily toward it as the blinds rattled in the breeze My heart was practically pounding out of my chest. Horrible images of a crazed killer sitting in the tree outside my window flashed through my mind… Or perhaps they were

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