CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
‘I've found where he lives on the map. Are you sure you're up to this?’
Cory looked away from his phone. Bianca had just had a shock and he didn't want to push her too hard. He had to keep reminding himself she was only eighteen. He already thought of her as a colleague.
‘I'm fine, honestly. It's not the first text he’s sent like that. He uses one of those cheap throwaway cell phones—he's not so stupid to do it on his own phone or use his name. If I report it, it’ll only look like I'm causing problems again, and I can't prove it's him sending them.’
‘Why does he have your number?’ Cory asked.
‘People I knew at school have my number, it was never a big secret. He's only just started sending these. But you're right—I need a new number.’
‘Save those texts, don't delet
