Katherine narrowed her eyes, still pointing the gun straight at them. “What the hell are you two doing here?”
“We could ask you the same thing,” Keon said carefully, trying not to make any sudden movements.
Katherine hesitated, lowering the gun slightly—but still cautious. “I got a message.”
“We did too,” Neon said, pulling out his phone. “Look.”
He handed it to her slowly. The message was nearly identical:
“Come to Pier 12 at 10 PM. He’s waiting.”
Katherine’s brow furrowed. “Who’s ‘he’?”
“I thought it was about our missing friend,” Keon said, scanning the darkness with a tense jaw. “Trevor. He’s been gone for over a week.”
Katherine pulled out her phone too. “Mine doesn’t mention anyone. Just this.” She held it up.
Neon leaned over and gasped when he read it. “Yo. Same time. Same
