“Pix, I’ll catch up. I need to take a piss,” I say easily without looking away from Meg.
“Darlin’, I don’t give a shit about your piss motions. I’m going to get food,” Pix grumbles.
I follow Meg out of the house and down the street where she hands me a black envelope, exactly the same as the last thirty I’ve received.
“Where did this come from?” I ask sharply.
“Come with me, open it, read it, and you better fucking fix this, Bonnie, or I swear to God, I will destroy everything you care about.”
I glance at her sharply. The urge to rise up and slam that threat back down her throat pushes me, but I make it subside. She’s scared, which means something's wrong.
I open the envelope while we are walking and see the familiar script written in silver paint.
Serial killer Vengeance,
Our seven-year game is at an end. I have won. I know you now, Bonnie Sanderson. I see you, and now you will come to me.
Just in case you thought it was a good idea to try to evade this meeting of titans, you should know I have captured a pitiful friend of yours. He cries far too easily. I will enjoy breaking him.
Come to where we first met.
Signed,
Marrow
I’ve stopped walking, but Meg throws keys at me that I catch out of midair. She glares at me from red-rimmed eyes.
“Where is he?”
I stare at her because I don’t know. I just don’t know.
“WHERE IS HE?” she screams. “Think, damn you!”
“Let me think!” I snap at her.
She points at her car. “Get in and drive. I’m coming with you.”
“Meg?”
She lets out a shrill sound. “I can feel his pain. Just please, find him.”
“He says he knows me,” I say out loud.
Meg stares at me bleakly. “Please, Bonnie.”
“He says he knows me,” I whisper. “There’s only one place he could have met me.”
I get behind the wheel, Meg in the passenger seat. She reaches over, grabs my phone, and throws it out the window.
I study her. “Do we have weapons?”
She lifts up a bag.
“Okay, Meg, you and me. Let's get Desi back.”
She lets out a sob but puts her hand over mine and squeezes.
Rory
