His voice drifts through the feed like static-laced riddles—fragmented, offbeat, stitched together in a way that makes no damn sense.
But one thing’s clear; he’s not working alone. And that’s what chills me. I’ve never heard of a stalker with backup. It’s supposed to be a solo obsession—one twisted mind trailing one unlucky soul.
So, what isthis?
For a heartbeat, I consider it—calling the police. Just reporting it. Laying it all out. But then I remember the camera.
The one I planted inside his house.
The one that breaks about a hundred laws and definitely paints me as the unstable one.
Brilliant.
Dammit.
Did I really think this through?
No. I didn’t.
He hangs up, slipping out of frame. A sharp whistle follows—high-pitched, erratic, too distorted by the mic to catch clearly.
Like some eerie signal.
And I sit frozen on the sofa, wrapped in fleece and dread, watching a man I barely know unravel layer by layer.
This isn’t obsession anymore.
It’s orchestration.
And I’m not sure what the hell I’ve stepped into.
I need to call Darcy. If anything, right now, I need to keep her close.
She picks up after one ring.
“Babe, where have you been? There is no way you’re too hungover to be in today, Mick’s been chewing my ear off about what we did last night—”
“Are you still at work?” My abruptness doesn’t go unnoticed.
“Yes… why?”
“What are you doing after?
“Well, I was going to spin class and then home. Why?”
“Can I come with you?” I don’t even like spin class. But I’ll do it for her. To keep her safe.
“Seriously?” She’s not even hiding her surprise. Is it that shocking that I could actually want to exercise?
I let the question fall into a black hole, not wanting to know the answer.
“Yeah, I just need to put my mind to something you know? And I feel like spin class might be it.”
“Babe, you get out of breath on a treadmill, you’re going to die in spin class.”
Sounds like a challenge to me.
“I’ll be fine. I just want some company, you know with Adam and all. It’s starting to get to me.” I play the Adam card, not that he’s been on my mind at all today, but I know she can’t turn down a cry for help.
