Tobias
“Tobias, did you go through my phone?” he asked, his voice sharp — angrier than I’d ever heard it.
Why was he angry? He was the one keeping secrets, and somehow I was the villain now.
“I found his number by chance,” I said, my tone low but firm. “And I did some digging. I found out he’s dead. Detective Johnson is dead, Theo. When exactly were you planning to tell me?”
He scoffed, shaking his head. “I didn’t tell you because you didn’t need to know. And now that you do, I suggest you stop asking questions. The same way you found out, keep finding out everything else.”
He turned to leave, but I stepped in front of him. “Why is he dead, Theo?” I demanded. “How did he die? Did you know anything about it?”
He turned back to me, his jaw tight, eyes blazing. “I would answer you, Tob
