RUBBY'S POV
Where was I even going? I wondered when I got outside. To the company? Or to the house?
What if I get to the company and he isn't there? I would just end up making a mockery of myself. And even if I decide to go to the house, what would I say if I didn't meet him?
Oh, Rubby, I grumbled. My chest suddenly felt heavy; the news still had that impact on me. I could swear that the masked man was Josh. The dress and the body language all screamed his name, but it didn't make any sense; Josh had been with me that morning; who then was behind the mask?
I grabbed my phone again, pressing redial on Alex's number for the hundredth time, yet it still redirected me to voice mail.
I was getting frantic now. Was this in any way connected to the mysterious call I overhead earlier? What d
