Ian picked it up, sitting down on at the edge of the bed and began to read it. I sat down beside him, peering over his shoulder. “What does it say?” I asked. He held it up so I could see for myself. DO NOT RETURN TO THIS HOUSE. IT BELONGS TO ME NOW. IF YOU DO, YOU WILL END UP LIKE YOUR TWO FRIENDS. GONE. YOU WILL NEVER FIND ME OR THEM. GO HOME, FORGET ABOUT THIS. I DON’T WANT TO KILL ANYMORE. I DON’T WANT TO INFLICT MORE PAIN. PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME. ALYSSA I raised my gaze to meet Ian’s, not particularly surprised to find and read those words; after everything that had happened in my life in the last few months—and kept happening—I didn’t think I had the ability to be very surprised any longer. But I still had the ability to get upset about it, because I could feel how the anger surged through my blood now, heating up my insides. “Well, I guess we don’t need to dust for prints then,” I said through gritted teeth. Ian lowered the sheet to his lap, frowning. “I spoke to him a little over an hour ago, in the car.
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