Someone was watching her.
That thought alone made Jayda Carbonel feel like her knees would give up any second.
“Jayda?”
She blinked rapidly after hearing Faris Saavedra call her again.
“What happened?” Faris asked, now sounding more serious.
Jayda slowly looked at him.
Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out immediately.
Should she tell him?
Should she not?
What if the caller was only trying to scare her?
Or worse—
What if it was truly the murderer?
“Jayda.”
Faris gently held her shoulders this time.
“You’re pale.”
Jayda swallowed hard before finally answering.
“Someone called me.”
Faris frowned. “Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“What did they say?”
Jayda’s fingers tightened around her phone unconsciously.
“They said…” She breathed shakily. “I should stop looking for her
