Loren by Reitan Crea

Author:Reitan, Crea
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: dragon fire fantasy
Published: 2024-07-11T00:00:00+00:00

After a day of scoping out this guy’s routine, I’ve had enough. It’s not like I’ve been entirely able to concentrate on this task because I know Oakley’s out of school and has been for a bit. This particular target is dull as fuck too. I’ve been trying to remind myself that Daniel is dead. He no longer has an obsessive stalker creep.

Except me.

I smirk because I’m not even sorry.

Turning my car around, I head back toward home. There’s a lot of traffic for some reason, so I’m moving downtown slowly. Oakley told me this morning he’d be at the museum for a few hours after school for a project. His class has been out for an hour, so I decide to head there.

When I’m stopped in the middle of the road, scanning the crowd, my gaze spots something in a dark alley. Something bright. Like a highlighter.

My gut clenches as I stare at it. I try to reason with myself that it’s not what I think it is. Oakley’s backpack has no place in a dark alley.

When traffic begins to move again, I pull off the road and park in a convenience store parking lot around the corner. There are always a few knives in my car. Not my favorite one, but there are several options. I strap one to my calf, then lower my pant leg and slip a folding hunting knife in my pocket before getting out.

They’re unnecessary. I miss Oakley, so I’m simply seeing things. That’s it.

When I get out of the car and lock it, I dial Oakley’s phone. It rings and rings and rings before going to voicemail. I try again.

It’s fine. It makes perfect sense that it’s on silent mode because he’s in the museum only a few blocks further down the road. I can practically see it from here. This isn’t his backpack!

But as I turn into the alley, my gut clenches. There’s no way I can mistake it. I’ve been staring at it for a month as I tailed him.

Glancing over my shoulder, I reach into my pocket for the knife and flick it open. Then stop over the backpack. It’s unopened. Dropped haphazardly on the ground. Picking it up, I sling it over my back and then study the surrounding ground.

The alley is remarkably clean. A strange kind of clean.

I remain still for a minute, straining to hear anything other than the road noise behind me. Which is oddly dulled even a few dozen feet away. But I can’t hear anything.

Logically, taking into account the direction the backpack is facing and that it was clearly abandoned quickly, I move further into the alley and remind myself that this doesn’t mean anything. Maybe his backpack was stolen, and someone realized he doesn’t carry much in it. But I can clearly feel his tablet. Surely that wouldn’t still be in there.

And this damn thing is highlighter colored, it sticks out like a neon light. If it was stolen, it would have been thrown into a dumpster.

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