Major development. Liam stared at those four words. A new plan? A chance to get close to Louise? Or a test for him?
He replied: “I’ll be there on time.”
After sending the message, he walked to the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were bloodshot, his face pale, and there was a barely visible tiny red dot on the side of his neck where the marker had been injected. The doctor was right—his nervous system had already taken a hit: a slight tremor in his hands, occasional erratic thoughts, and vivid, unsettling dreams at night.
But he couldn’t stop. He was already too deep in this game, with no way to turn back.
He turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face. The chill pricked his skin, jolting him into a momentary clarity. He looked up; droplets sli
