I frowned, my heart suddenly pounding.
It was a message from Evan.
“Room 302. Tonight. Come alone. I’ll make it worth your while.”
I sat up straight.
The time on the screen read 1:03 AM.
Why was he texting me now?
Was he drunk? Desperate? Stupid enough to still think I’d show up after everything?
I stared at the message.
Then I remembered Clarissa.
I quickly took a screenshot and sent it to her.
“He's still doing it. Sending this now. I’m going there. You should come too. Room 302. Let’s end this tonight.”
I didn’t wait for a response.
I threw on a hoodie, grabbed my pepper spray and the tiny recorder, and slipped out of the apartment. The night air slapped me awake the second I stepped outside.
I had no idea what I was walking into.
But I was done waiting.
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