Chapter Nine
Jonah
I was like a ghost. I moved around undetected and unnoticed, just an afterthought or an inconvenience if my body got in their way. I hated my life, I hated myself, but most of all, I hated…
“Hey, man.” Someone stood in front of me, and I looked up and saw a huge dude in a police vest. Though I was at the station a lot because of my clean-up job, I found working as a janitor got me closer to my prey without anyone sparing me a glance. “Can you tell me where to find the photocopier? This place is a maze.”
I looked around, curious if he really was speaking to me or someone else.
“Ahh, down the hall.” I pointed. “Second door on the right.”
“Thank you.” He extended his hand. “I’m Blake.”
“Jonah,” I muttered, giving my middle name.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you around, J
