I pull out my own phone and scroll through my images until I find one of the photos I took of Sunny when she didn’t notice me, like a true stalker. I hold it in front of the phone.
ERROR.
My adrenaline spikes as I search for another image. There’s gotta be a way to get into this phone. I hold it up again.
ERROR.
I look around her room. Doesn’t she have a photo of herself somewhere that could work?
There’s a printer on her desk, though, and it’s giving me the craziest idea.
What if…
I connect my phone to the printer via Bluetooth, send the image, and wait for it to print. I hold the image up to her phone.
The screen opens, and a massive smile forms on my face.
It worked. It actually worked.
I immediately open the phone’s contact directory, send the records to my own phone, then erase the message. I do the same with her notes and all the images she took until I have a vastcollection of everything. But the one thing that makes me pause is the list I find hidden deep within her phone … and each person she intends to kill.
A hit list.
Several names have already been crossed off.
This must be the two men she targeted in the warehouse and the shop.
So many people are on this list. Why does she want them dead?
THWACK!
A door was just slammed shut somewhere in the Delta Nu house, and my ears fixate on the sound.
No time. Gotta run.
I stuff everything back into my pocket, then shove the phone back into the drawer. There’s no time to close it, so I have no choice but to bolt toward the window and pray she forgot she closed it in the first place.
The second I crawl out the window and jump onto the fire escape, her door bursts open.
“Fuck!” she yells.
Sweat drops roll down my back as I crawl down the steps while trying to make as little noise as possible.
“Why is that goddamn scaredy-cat not in his room?” she yells. “Where the fuck else would he be?”
Is she … talking about me?
I swallow away the lump in my throat as I keep climbing down without trying to alert her. One wrong move and I’m a goner.
I take another step, then a drawer is yanked open.
Shit.
“What the…?”
No time left.
I zip down the remaining steps without caring about the noise I make, then bolt off.
