Madison P.O.V:
"Well, what do you think? Who called me?" I ask anxiously. August shakes his head over his desk, and keeps my phone down. We're sitting in a nearby convenience store at night, inspecting my phone and the number that called me a few days back. He offered to help me, and I accepted gratefully, thankful that someone can help me uncover the truth.
"I can't tell; looks like the man called you with a burner phone. The line's private, and I don't think we'll able to track him down." He says sadly. I groan, not pretending this is not a blow to me. I need to start from the start again.
"That sucks. I thought this would lead me to him." I mumble, before drinking my coffee. Our table is right next to the shelves stocked with food, and as we sit shielded from the cashier, who gives u
