Stalkholm by Brooklynn Wofford

Author:Brooklynn Wofford [Wofford, Brooklynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Addison

Ames and I get into her car and she drives to the coffee shop. It’s hard to believe how much has changed in just a week’s time. Collin is dead, not just dead, murdered. Savannah was doing drugs and only God knows what else. I saw her body hanging from a tree, a freaking tree. I thought that was something that only ever happened in movies. There’s some creep sending me messages, gifts, and killing people for me. It seems like he wants me to be grateful, like I should thank him for murdering my ex. I ended the relationship because he was cheating on me. I didn’t want him to die. I can’t even begin to think about the whole rapist thing. I mean, yeah, he’d gotten pretty handsy during a couple of make out sessions; but he’d never tried to force me into anything. The only good thing to come out of all this is Wes.

“Addy, whatcha thinkin’ about? You’ve got a goofy grin on your face,” she notices. Shit. What am I going to say? I can’t tell her about Wes. It would be over before it even started. He would freak out if she knew. It could cost him his job if our relationship was broadcasted all over town. I know she can keep a secret, but all it would take is the slip of the tongue.

“Oh you know, I- uh- had an inappropriate dream about that hot guy from the ghost movie my mom told me to watch,” I tell her.

“Dude, again? You need help. I mean, I’m all for having the hots for an older guy. Have you seen that officer that’s investigating Collin’s murder? That man is hot as hell, but that guy from the movie is seriously old,” she groans. I completely gloss over the comment about Wes being hot. I know he is, and he’s mine. Whoa, where did that come from? I’ve never really thought of Wes as mine, and definitely not in a possessive way.

“I don’t judge you for your questionable taste in guys,” I tease her. We have this conversation at least twice a week. She sticks her tongue out at me and I swat at her arm. I laugh until my sides hurt, and she’s wiping her cheeks. We get ourselves together enough that we don’t burst out laughing if we glance in each other’s general direction.

The coffee shop is quiet despite the number of people that are in there. We look around and all eyes in the room are trained on the television in the corner behind the baristas.

“Breaking news, local Georgia State University freshman, Carly Pierce, was found brutally murdered. Her body was found discarded off the main path at Davis County Lake. Authorities have no leads at this time. More to come at a later time.” The chatter picks up as the news anchor finishes her story.

“Man, this is getting weird,” Ames says, picking at her lip. “I mean, two murders within a week? That’s never happened here.

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