HE WASN'T ALONE
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I stared at Cameron.
"What do you mean he wasn't alone?"
Cameron looked down at the table.
"I mean exactly what I said."
"Then explain it."
He glanced around the diner again.
"I don't know everything."
"Then tell me what you do know."
He was quiet for a moment.
"The night Evan died, he called me."
My stomach dropped.
"He called you?"
Cameron nodded.
"What did he say?"
"He sounded scared."
I swallowed.
"What did he say?"
Cameron looked at me.
"He told me he was with someone."
"Who?"
"I don't know."
I stared at him.
"You don't know?"
"He wouldn't tell me."
"Why?"
"He said it wasn't safe."
I leaned back.
None of this made sense.
"Did you go to him?"
Cameron looked away.
"No."
"Why not?"
"I tried."
His voice was quieter now.
"He told me not to."
I didn't know what to say.
Cameron reached for the piece of paper he'd put on the table.
He pushed it toward me again.
"This is what he gave me."
I picked it up.
My hands felt cold.
I opened it.
There was only one sentence written inside.
If they tell you I died alone, they're lying.
I read it twice.
Then a third time.
I looked at Cameron.
"Who are 'they'?"
"I don't know."
"You keep saying you don't know."
"Because I don't."
"Then what do you know?"
He looked at me.
"I know Evan was afraid."
He paused.
"And I know someone wanted him quiet."
My chest tightened.
"Who?"
"I don't know."
I almost laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because I was losing my mind.
"So basically, you brought me here to tell me you know nothing."
"I didn't say that."
"Then what are you not telling me?"
He didn't answer.
I stared at him.
"Cameron."
He finally spoke.
"I saw someone."
My stomach dropped.
"When?"
"The night Evan died."
I went completely still.
"What did they look like?"
"I couldn't see their face."
"Then how do you know it was someone?"
"Because I saw them leaving."
"Leaving where?"
Cameron looked at me.
"Evan's house."
I stopped breathing for a second.
"You were there?"
"I got there after he called me."
"But you just said he told you not to come."
"I didn't listen."
My heart started pounding.
"What happened?"
"I saw a car leaving."
"What kind?"
"Black SUV."
"Did you see the driver?"
"No."
"License plate?"
He shook his head.
"Nothing."
I looked down at the paper again.
If they tell you I died alone, they're lying.
I folded it carefully.
Then I looked at Cameron.
"Why didn't you tell the police?"
His face changed.
"I did."
That surprised me.
"What?"
"I told them I saw a car."
"And?"
"They said they couldn't do anything with that."
I stared at him.
"Did you tell them Evan called you?"
Cameron hesitated.
"Yes."
"Did you tell them he said he was with someone?"
He looked away.
"No."
I frowned.
"Why not?"
"Because I didn't want them thinking I had something to do with it."
I stared at him.
"Do you?"
He looked straight at me.
"No."
I wanted to believe him.
I really did.
But after everything I'd heard tonight, I wasn't sure I could trust anyone anymore.
Then my phone buzzed.
I looked down.
Unknown number.
One new message.
You're asking too many questions.
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