“Yeah.” “Got it. I’ll do it immediately, so don’t panic.”

After hanging up the phone, I picked up my bag. “You’re heading out?” asked John.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, I mean— it would be better to wait for updates from them instead of going about and looking aimlessly for new leads.”

“Aimlessly?” I shot back.

Probably thinking that I was acting too hostile to provoke any further, he shut up and threw his hands up in surrender.

I left the hotel without another word, and Emery texted me several addresses in W City where she thought Kristina might be.

I wasn’t familiar with the city at all, so I had no choice but to hail a taxi and go to each address one by one.

After visiting each location, Jared called, telling me to visit the suburbs we’d went to yesterday.

It started raining again while on the drive there, the taxi slowing to a stop by the roadside with seemingly no one around for miles.

“Miss, are you sure that this is where your friend told you to go? It’s way too desolate out here! Maybe you should give them a call and double-check the address,” the driver suggested kindly.

My attention turned to what seemed like an abandoned factory a short distance away from where the car had stopped. Hesitating, I told the driver, “Could you wait for a moment while I make a phone call?”

I pulled out my phone and dialled Jared’s number.

“Where are you, Scarlett?”

you ask

on in.

find her, then why

Silence.

also choose to

My eyebrows knitted

he reiterated, “If you choose to not

A threat.

Jared, exactly? Even after so many years, I can’t tell if he’s a good or bad

stupid. People’s moralities weren’t black and

Whatever.

fare and got out of the car, but the driver was still worried for my safety. “This doesn’t seem

report on your way back.” In response,

what Jared might have in

muddy path that I followed to the factory was littered with footsteps of varying sizes

quite large, but I didn’t feel scared because I’d been

stepped foot within the factory, I spotted Jared standing

you had the

his head? What does he

kill me?” I stared at him, less fearful than I

down in a rotting old chair, leaning back and crossing one leg

supposed

raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going to

“Okay. Where’s Summer?”

my simple question, he rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you

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