“This message probably came seconds later.” Alex shows me the timestamp on the second message. “Her phones must be tapped. The first message arrives at ten thirty p.m. tonight. She calls you half an hour later. Then the second message arrives. Right after she convinces you to come to her house.”
“She died because of me?” The realization has me trembling in both shock and grief. “This was my fault?”
“Don’t be so quick to divert the blame onto yourself,” Alex says, trying to comfort me. “Whatever she was involved in was dangerous, and she knew what she was doing wasn’t right. The first message basically told her to ignore her morals. What I want to know is why she called you. What exactly did she say?”
I close my eyes as I try to recall our conversation. “She sounded frightened. And she t
