Page 119 of X Marks the Stalker
“Boyfriend? Like an actual relationship boyfriend? Not just random-guy-you’re-investigating boyfriend?”
“Yes, an actual relationship,” I say, and the words feel strange and true simultaneously. “It’s complicated, but good.”
“It’s about damn time. My grandmother would say, ‘Every pot finds its cover.’ I need a name, occupation, and at least three personality traits immediately.”
I glance at Xander again. He’s looking up at menow, as he assembles the gun. “His name is Xander. He works in security. He’s brilliant, intense, and surprisingly funny.”
“Snack preferences? This is critical information.”
“Protein bars and black coffee. I’m working on improving that situation.”
Zara laughs. “You with a boyfriend. An actual boyfriend. The universe is full of surprises this week.”
“I’ll need to grill him properly when you get back,” Zara says. “Make sure he’s worthy of the Oakley Novak Stamp of Approval.”
“I think you’ll like him,” I say, feeling a strange flutter in my chest. “He’s...different.”
“Different good? Or different like that guy who collected vintage medical equipment and wouldn’t stop talking about trepanation?”
“Definitely good different.”
“So, when do I get to meet this mystery man? I need to assess his snack potential.”
A chill runs through me as I realize what I’m keeping from her. Zara, who’s been my rock since college, has no idea I’m planning a murder with a group of vigilante killers. That I watched a man die. That I helped dispose of a body.
“Soon,” I promise, the word feeling hollow. “Things are a bit intense right now with work.”
“Oh! Speaking of work, did you see that the police found four bodies on OakIsland last night? Some kind of gang execution. Might be a good story for you.”
My blood freezes.
“No, I... I hadn’t heard that yet.”
“It’s all over the news this morning. Superbloody scene. One guy was practically cut in half in the kitchen. Neighbors heard nothing.”
I grip the porch railing to steady myself. “That’s terrible.”
“I know, right? Thought it might be your kind of story. Anyway, I should let you get back to your man. Just wanted to share our good news.”
“I’m really happy for your family, Z. Tell them congratulations from me.”
“Will do. Love you, Acorn. Stay safe.”
“Love you too.”
I end the call and stand motionless on the porch, staring at the mountains. Four bodies discovered.
The cabin door opens behind me.
“Everything okay?” Xander asks.
I turn to face him. “They found four bodies in Arlington. It’s all over the news. Do you have anything to do with it? With my locket?”
His expression doesn’t change, but his eyes sharpen like blades being drawn. “Maybe.”
“What if they can trace it back to you? To us?”
He steps closer. “I was careful.”
