✽ Jason ✽
I didn’t approach David like a jealous man. Jealousy was loud and sloppy. I approached him like a problem that needed a clean solution. The tracker on Mandy’s phone gave me his patterns too. When he picked her up, his routes became visible. When he dropped her off, he lingered in the same places.
Predictable.
David ran on weekday mornings along the river path near Blackthorne College, where the lights failed in patches. He liked the illusion of privacy. I didn’t rely on chance alone. The night before, I used what Mandy had handed David without knowing. Her number. Her phrasing. I sent him a message that looked like it came from her.
Meet me early tomorrow. I cannot sleep. River path, by the water station.
He replied within minutes. Eager. Possessive. He didn’t question it.
