Chapter Thirty-Five
Spencer
Blake was out on the deck trying to take a call from his brother Henry in spite of a poor signal while Bri and I sat in front of the fireplace eating off a snack plate I had made up. I was down on the floor wrapped in a blanket leaning against the couch, while Bri was tucked in the corner at the opposite end.
“Do you have even the slightest inkling why the killer chose you?”
I shrugged and bit a grape in half. “Honestly, that is the million-dollar question.”
“Do you think he knows you personally too?”
I shook my head. “How? I’m untraceable.”
Her eyebrow rose. “Trust me, I know that no one is untraceable.”
“Then why haven’t you found him yet?” I challenged.
She grinned. “I didn’t say it was easy.”
We went back to our silence, thankful the sound of Blake
