Naomi Velez
I rubbed my wrists and glared at him. "How did you find me? How did you know where I live?"
He smirked slightly. He pointed at the hoodie I was wearing. "You're smart, Naomi. Sometimes too smart. But also, kinda dumb. You wore my hoodie and brought Darian's wallet home. What did you expect?"
The thought hit me hard. "You have a tracker in all your stuff?" I felt disgust mixed with a fearful respect for how thorough he was.
"Something like that," he replied, acting casually as he looked around my small room.
"You are so weird," I said, my anger helping to shield me from the fear I felt.
He turned back, his face serious now.
"Do you have a laptop? A phone? Anything I can use? We need information. Now."
My mind clicked. I had a way to bargain.
"I'll help you," I said col
