Page 30 of The Stolen Dagger
Turning my attention back to the lecture and the topic of conditional psychology, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
I sighed, knowing it was probably Drew again since I hadn’t responded to his previous “checking in” texts this morning.
I discreetly pulled out my phone from my pocket and checked the screen, but it wasn’t Drew’s name I saw.
Unknown:
I’m watching you.
My breath caught in my throat as multiple pictures popped up in a new text chain.
What the hell?
Someone sent multiple pictures of me, one after another. There were a few from last week of me in my apartment, like the photographer looked in through a window.
My window.
There were a handful from last night of me behind the bar talking to Drew and when I read Adrian’s letter.
There were even some of Drew and me this morning in his truck when he dropped me off. The last few pictures that came in were of Leah, Tyler, and me talking outside this morning.
Tears pooled in my eyes, blurring the images of me and my friends on the screen before one more text came through.
Unknown:
I’m always watching, little bird.
One last image came through the phone. It was of me, right now, staring at my phone with my hand covering my mouth, a look of horror clearly displayed on my face.
Oh, my God.
The image looked like it was taken through a window from outside. I quickly sat up straighter and looked in that direction, then around the room for whoever was taking pictures of me, but no one looked out of place.
There was no Adrian.
No man in a black hoodie.
Only students all facing the professor at the front of the room.
“Okay, everyone!” the professor announced.
I jumped in my seat, gaining the attention of a few students around me.
“That’s enough for today,” he said. “I’ll see you all on Wednesday!”
I should call Drew. I should?—
What if that is exactly what this person wanted me to do?
Whoever sent these obviously wanted to scare me. Well, mission accomplished; I’m terrified. But they wouldn’t do anything in the middle of the day, surrounded by multiple witnesses, right?
What were they to gain from sending these to me? Just toscare me? Or maybe to let me know that he’s been watching me for over a week?
Is this the same guy I saw at the bar last night in the hoodie? Or is it someone else? Is it the same person who trashed my apartment? He had to be working for Adrian.
I needed answers from that night, and I needed them now.
Gathering my things, I followed the traffic of students and exited the lecture hall.
