KELVIN'S POV
The bottle is empty by midnight.
I sit in the dark living room and stare at my phone. Vanessa is still not home. Probably staying at one of her friend's houses. Probably does not even care that I am here alone.
One week.
Seven days to figure out how to kill Freya Reed.
The thought should horrify me. Should make me sick. Should make me feel something other than this numb emptiness.
But I just feel tired. So tired of being my father's tool. His weapon. His obedient son who never questions orders.
My phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number.
*Heard you have a problem. I can help. Meet me tomorrow. Usual place.*
I stare at the message. Only one person texts me from unknown numbers. Only one person calls the bar on fifth street the usual place.
Derek. My father's enfo
