I knock. "Ryan? Are you in there?"
Nothing.
I put my ear against the cold metal. Knock again. "Ryan?"
Silence.
OK. Well. He's not here yet.
I check my phone. It's only five oh three.
So I go back out to the gym, casually saying hi to people who wave and smile at me. I'm a regular here. I fit in.
I like that.
I get on one of the treadmills and put my ear buds in. I'll warm up while I wait.
Twenty minutes later I realize… he's not coming.
Twenty-one minutes later, I understand why.
Caleb.
He came to me last night so that when I got here and found Ryan missing, I'd know.
He's jealous.
And when a man who literally gets off on murder gets jealous, how else does this end?
He's going to kill him.
That sick fuck is going to kill Ryan just because I chose him.
I'm shaking as I leave the gym and walk home. When I get there, I search around in my purse for the card. The business card Caleb gave me weeks ago after he paid that Marty guy to talk dirty to me on our date.
You know where to find me…
Yes, Caleb, Idoknow where to find you.
In a log mansion outside of Jackson Hole.
I grab my keys and walk out, slamming the door behind me.
He's not gonna get away with this.
He doesn't get to decide my future.
And if he's laid a single finger on Ryan—if he's done anything to him, anything at all, if he's hurt him, or threatened him, or made him disappear—I swear to God, I'll kill him myself.
I'll find a way.
I don't care how big he is, how strong, how prepared.
I don't care about his security, or his money, or his power.
I'll make him pay for this.
The moment this thought appears, I'm wet again. Pussy throbbing. I'm seeing Caleb's swinging dick again. The way he came on that man in the maze. The way I came watching.
