Celeste’s POV
I was still sitting on the floor of the small room the psychopath had locked me in, my back pressed against the wall, my mind refusing to switch off.
The conversation we’d had earlier kept replaying in my head.
Every word.
Every revelation.
And the more I thought about it, the more questions surfaced.
Questions I desperately needed answers to.
What the hell was his beef with Billy?
How did he know about my father and my mother?
Why had Diana been dragged into this?
Where exactly did she fit into his twisted little game?
And the question that mattered more than all the others…
Had Jamie gotten my message?
My stomach twisted.
Had he seen it?
Had he managed to track my phone?
Or had Diana’s lie about throwing it out the window actually been the end of my last cha
