HIS PAST, BOOK SIX
Nicole
My phone keeps on ringing. Even after it stops once the voicemail gets it, the ringing just starts again. Lucy's dead. Mark sent that secretary, or whatever, of his after her last night. And he was gone this morning when I woke up. The terrible realization that Lucy might've been right about him, that he's a psycho serial killer, is coiling around me like miles and miles of heavy chains, squeezing so tight I can't even breathe, let alone move.
"You should get that, Nicole," Sam says, his words the only reasonable thing shooting through my brain. I walk to my desk, answer the phone without a second thought.
"Nicole? You alright?" Mark asks breathlessly.
I'm so far from being able to answer his question, I might as well be mute. My thoughts are nowhere near rea
