MATEO
I read Roseline's message over and over again before replying to it.
Me: Who is the enemy?
I impatiently wait as three dots float on my phone screen, indicating that she's typing.
Roseline: it's someone I go to school with, I think they've been stalking me.
Instead of texting back, I decide to call her. She picks up on the first ring, her voice soft.
"Hello, Mateo."
"Roseline," I clear my throat. "Are you sure you know the enemy?"
"I do. If he's not the enemy then he's the lead we need if we have to catch the enemy?"
I laugh at the way she says 'we' as if she's officially part of the mob.
"You're laughing?"
I didn't realize that my laugh was audible so I clear my throat again.
"No, Do you know his name?"
"Yes, but I can only give you the details in person."
"I'll pick y
