The call came while I was walking out of the weight room.
Unknown number. I almost ignored it. Something made me answer.
“Callahan.” The voice was calm. Measured. Neither warm nor threatening. “Thought you should know someone’s asking questions about your academic record.”
I stopped walking. “Who is this?”
“A friend of a friend. Just a heads up.”
The line went dead. I stared at the screen for a few seconds before putting the phone back in my pocket. Tristan was waiting by the door. He saw my face and fell into step beside me without asking.
“Who was that?”
“I don’t know.”
We walked in silence until we reached the athletic building. I told him everything. The call. The warning. The way the voice had sounded like it already knew more than it should. Tristan listened the way he always
