The comment burned on my screen as the police cruiser pulled away. She's next. Watch. Five hundred likes and climbing. The forum had turned into a live execution feed, and I was the next body on the block. I stood in the empty locker room with Riley's confession still recording and the golden syringe pulsing warm against my thigh. Jace was gone. Celeste was gone. And somewhere out in the frozen dark, Gregory Kingston was still smiling. I grabbed Riley's phone off the bench and stopped the recording. His confession was on there—everything about Jace's mother, the setup, the contract on my life. If I lost this phone, I lost everything.
"What happens now?" Riley's voice was small and broken from the floor. "Are you going to kill me?"
"I'm not the killer in this story." I shoved his phone in
