Page 37 of The Night Shift
Cami’s bar
“What do you mean someone broke into your apartment?” Cami straightens the rack of wine glasses behind the bar, her brows arching at my prolonged silence.
“Is that a rhetorical question or do you actually want me to repeat everything for the fourth time?”
“Rhetorical, obvi. But I don’t get it. Why would someone break into your apartment and steal yourclothes? That doesn’t make any sense.”
“They weren’tmyclothes,” I say for the umpteenth time, taking a sip of my coffee. “We’ve been over this, Cami. I got it from some girl I met in the bathroom last night.” And I’m supposed to meet her here in the next ten minutes to return the exact same clothes.
“Are you sure you didn’t just misplace it?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” I set my coffee down. A thin layer of sweat dampens my forehead as a nagging thought invades my mind.The same nagging thought that hasn’t left my mind ever since I left work last night. “Cami.”
“Hmmm?”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Uh-oh. Do I need to grab a drink for this?”
“I think I might know who sent me that first text.”
Her gaze narrows. “Who?”
“Theo.”
She frowns. “Am I supposed to know who that is?”
“Cami, I’ve told you about him like a hundred times. He’s the guy I work with.”
Slowly but eventually, realization dawns on her. “Ohhhh, the pretty one you claim to hate?”
“I don’tclaimto hate him, I do hate him. And he isn’t pretty.” I pull out my phone and show Cami the messages again.
UNKNOWN: How DOES it feel? Killing someone?
“That’s what he said to me before I left the hospital,” I explain.
Her frown deepens. “I’m confused, I thought you didn’t kill people at work.”
“I don’t.”
“Okay, so why is he asking you how it feels to kill someone at the hospital?”
I explain everything to her. From Jane Doe to the run-in with Theo in the lounge.The panic on Cami’s face quickly transforms into something resembling relief, and “Oh” is her only response.
“What’s oh?”
“Nothing.”
“Spit it out.”
She shrugs. “It’s just that, if I’m following your story correctly, you think that the guy you work with, the one you claim to hate —”
I roll my eyes.
“— you thinkheis the one who’s been sending you creepy stalker messages?”
“Yes.”
