Killer Within by S.E. Green

Author:S.E. Green
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon Pulse

Chapter Twenty-Five

“WHICH ONE?” I ASK. “THE real or the copycat?”

She scrunches her nose up. “I don’t know. But—”

Gramps comes back out the door. “Dinner,” he annoyingly reminds me.

I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

“Listen, I’ll call you later,” Catalina promises.

Reluctantly I go inside and sit through dinner, but all I can think about is what Catalina said. Someone’s come forward and can identify the Masked Savior. Or rather my copycat. Because I certainly didn’t abduct anybody.

By eleven p.m. she still irritatingly has not called, and I’m not about to dial her. That would come across as too needy.

I get my laptop instead and do a general search on Masked Savior and come up with a zillion links for people who want to hire me.

Bizarre.

I lie awake most of the night going through the time line. Who I used to be, where I started, what I came from, where I am now. I cycle through this over and over and decide, at this point, I just need to know who this person is who claims he escaped and can identify “me.” He’s the only viable link to my copycat.

My natural inclination is to text Reggie, as Catalina has proven to be unreliable, but of course I don’t.

The entire next day goes by, and I finally hear from Catalina via text right before dinner. GUY THAT CAME FWD IS MICHAEL MASON. DON’T KNOW WHO HE IDENTIFIED AS SAVIOR.

Michael Mason? Doesn’t sound familiar. THANKS. I text her back, and immediately plug his name into a search engine. ­Ex-military, been in jail a couple of times for petty theft, but nothing huge. He was questioned and released and doesn’t appear to be a hardened criminal.

Definitely not my type.

I copy his address down anyway and make a plan for a visit. I’m going to see what he does and doesn’t know.

Our doorbell rings and Daisy runs to get it. “Hammond!” She pulls him inside. “We’re just sitting down to dinner.” She glances over her shoulder. “Dad, can Hammond stay?”

“Sure,” he agrees. “It’s just spaghetti, but there’s plenty.”

We all sit down, the perfect family we are, and I can’t help but get a little soft at Daisy and Hammond. They really are sweet.

“So”—Gramps gazes right at me—“where were you yesterday? You didn’t go to your Patch and Paw shift.”

My entire family glances up. I’ve never missed a shift.

“You’re right. I took the day off. I wanted to be by myself.” I look my grandfather dead in the eyes. “How is it, exactly, that you know I didn’t do my shift?”

“I just happened to be driving by and stopped in to say hi.”

Yeah, right.

Gramps narrows his eyes, ever so slightly. “So where were you?”

I turn from him to Victor, because, well, I answer to him, not my grandfather. “I drove around, Dad. Got a little lost. Took some time to think. Saw a friend. That’s it.”

Victor’s expression softens. “That’s okay. Better now?”

“Yes.” I want to look back at my grandfather but don’t. He won’t come between me and my family.

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