Watched
How does Banks know? He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. I shake my head, the motion sharp and frantic, trying to rattle the paranoia out of my brain. My fingers are trembling so badly I almost drop the device before I can pull up Johnny’s contact. I press call, holding the plastic to my ear, listening to the hollow rhythm of the ringing tone. *Pick up. Johnny, pick up.* It goes straight to voicemail. I try again. Same heavy, automated silence. "𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘓𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘣. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘴." I shake my head again "𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱" Now that settles and I give a weak chuckle. Suddenly, a strange, unbidden warmth spreads through my chest. It isn't a comforting heat. It is intense, accompanied by a violent fl
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