“So? What are we watching?”
Marcus turned the tablet toward him. Images of Gavin smiling and holding up various products assaulted his eyes.
He was looking at Gavin’s social media feed.
Gavin swallowed hard.
He hadn’t been on his social media since the night he received those chilling messages from the Valentine Killer.
“I was just checking out your pictures,” Marcus said, turning back to scroll through the images.
“Did you check if he reactivated his profile?” Gavin asked, referring to the Valentine Killer. The killer had deactivated his profile the night he’d messaged Gavin.
Marcus shook his head.
“No, it doesn’t look like it.”
“Good. Hopefully, that means he was hit by a bus and died.” Gavin knew he wasn’t that lucky.
“So, who are these people?” Marcus asked, pointing to a photo of Gavin drinking at a club with a group of people.
“Just some people I used to work with during theholiday season. We decided to go out for some drinks one night.”
They kept scrolling through the images, with Gavin sharing stories and laughing at some of the stupid poses he had struck. How had he ever thought those poses were cool?
Young and dumb. That had to be it.
Then Marcus flipped to a photo taken about four months ago at a pub for a friend’s birthday.
Gavin’s heart stopped in his chest.
Sitting a few seats away from the group, his eyes locked on Gavin, was the Valentine Killer.
“What? What is it?” Marcus asked, sensing that something was terribly wrong.
“H-him. It’s him,” Gavin finally managed, pointing to the man at the bar who was clearly watching Gavin and his friends having a good time.
“Who? The creepy guy checking you out?”
“Yeah. That’s him! The Valentine Killer!”
Fear and panic surged through his body.
How long had the Valentine Killer been watching him? Was that the first night?
Gavin grabbed the tablet out of Marcus’s hand, then began scrolling through the photos, desperately searching for anyone who even remotely looked like the man who had tried to murder him.
Then he found it.
Another photo. A different day. A different bar.
This time, the killer was standing next to a wall, beer in hand, while he watched Gavin and his friends taking shots at their table.
“Oh my god! He’s there as well! How fucking long has he been stalking me?” Gavin jumped up from the sofa and gripped the tablet even harder.
He began pacing around the room, like a scared lion cub suddenly surrounded by a pack of hyenas.
Marcus stood and pulled out his phone.
