CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
“How did you…” I trailed off. Did he bug my house or something?
“Know all that? For someone as smart as you Lana, I expected you would find a traitor right in the midst of you but love does make people blind, doesn’t it? Keep that one for the night Lana and hey Andrew, have great dreams of me f*****g Lana,” the phone went dead.
“T-this is getting messed up. Now there is a traitor here?” I massaged my forehead. This was spiraling out of hand and this man whoever he was, was not only psycho but a mad killer too.
“It’s one-thirty a.m. and all of you must be tired. All we keep doing is playing the blackmailer’s game and we are not exactly getting anywhere with it. How about we all take a good rest, wake up tomorrow morning with refreshed minds so we can fig
