Krystal’s POV
I was not able to sleep that night. I kept being haunted all night with the photographs in the manila envelope. The red X streaked over my face lived in my brain as some kind of lesson I could never have gotten out of. Somebody was watching me. Not just trailing me, but also studying me.
But who?
Colt?
Hans?
Judith?
Someone else in the dark?
A hundred times I held the envelope in my hands, turned it around. The name of a sender was not present. No signature. Only the cold warning on the cover: DO NOT TRUST HIM. Watch Your Back!
Who should I trust? Colt? Something prevented me from attacking Colt with questions as to whether he knew something, but held it back from me. Perhaps I feared what his reply would be. Or perhaps somewhere inside I was not ready to learn how fa
