I told myself I'd tell him.
I stood in the bathroom with the note crushed in my fist, and I planned it word for word. *Someone put this in your jacket. Someone's using Eli's mark. Here.* Three sentences. It would take ten seconds.
Then I opened the door and Knox was standing there with his hand braced on the frame, eyes searching my face, and I remembered the text.
*Delete the photos. He's watching your phone.*
*Trust nobody at the shop.*
"You okay?" he asked.
"Fine." The lie came out smooth. That scared me more than anything. "Too many people."
He studied me a second longer than was comfortable. "I'll take you home."
I let him.
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At 11:40 I was standing in the dark at the top of his stairs in borrowed boots, listening.
The house made its old-house sounds. A pipe ticking. The
