Page 128 of Degradation
‘Please don’t be mad at me,’ I whisper. ‘I hate it.’
I straighten. I need to get back to the security data, but I don’t want to leave her alone, so I grab my laptop from downstairs, but while I’m down there, one of the sophomores hands me a white envelope.
‘What’s this?’
He shrugs. ‘It was by the front door when I came back from class a few minutes ago. Don’t know who left it. Might want to flip it over, Captain.’
Looking at him in confusion, I do as he says and my body tenses as I see who it’s addressed to.
To the dumb bitch on the top floor
‘You didn’t see anyone?’
He shakes his head. ‘Sorry.’
I grit my teeth. ‘Any of the guys see any strangers lurking around the house, tell me or one of the other seniors. Make sure everyone knows.’
‘Sure thing, Cap.’
I go back upstairs, staring at it.
Fuck it.
I tear it open.
So, you drove out to where mommy died gasping in the dark.
Where did Daisy go? Frowning, I read the rest.
Maybe you do have what it takes to find her killer after all. Hope it doesn’t hit too close to home when you do, retard.
P.S. I prefer the black lace set.
My lips curl into a sneer as I stop in my tracks, my heart lurching in my chest. He can still see her. Who the fuck is this? And how is he still able to access the cameras?
He could be watching her right now.
I take the stairs two at a time, bursting into my room. I grab the Duct Tape from my duffle bag and tear a small piece off. I walk with purpose across the hallway and into Daisy’s room where she’s still sleeping in her bed, unaware that some sick fuck is still watching her.
I told her it was safe. I am a liar.
I go to the corner where the tiny camera lens glints in the light. I put the silver tape over it.
‘I’m cutting you off, motherfucker,’ I say, hoping the asshole is listening. ‘When I find you, I’m going to rip off your dick and feed it to you.’
Chapter Eight
DAISY
Iknow the answer!
I sit straight up, my mind working quickly.
I glance at the time. Four in the afternoon.
The pills I vaguely remember Blake giving me have worked.
The migraine is gone, and somewhere in the deep, fitful sleep and the twisted dreams, my brain finally supplied the piece that’s been missing. I knew it would eventually, but it’s been taking its sweet time.
