One Tiny Secret - By Adam Kunz Page 0,77
to say anything to anyone. This can’t leave this car.”
“Pinky swear,” she says, holding up her pinky finger and waiting for me to complete the action.
“Someone is murdering people in our town and making it look like accidents.” Alex’s eyes never leave mine as I continue, “This person has been messing with me ever since Janice disappeared. Every time one of these crimes was committed, I received a text or some type of hint that this person did it.”
“Does your dad know all of this?”
“Yeah, but he doesn’t believe me, since this unknown guy erases everything he sends me before I have a chance to use it against him. I had to tell Parker because the psycho sent me incriminating stuff involving him and me.”
“Whoa, Dani—this is really effed up. Are you absolutely serious about this?” she asks, and I can tell the information is becoming overwhelming for her. I nod, causing her to slump back in the seat with a bewildered look on her face. “This is some dangerous shit, Dani. What are we going to do? Maybe I should’ve drunk some more.”
“We aren’t going to do anything. I don’t want you involved any more than you already are. The moment you begin to help me, I’m worried you might end up like the others,” I reply with a concerned look on my face.
Alex sits in a daze, seemingly not sure what to say next. I can see the wheels in her head turning. A knock on the passenger side window startles both of us.
“Are you coming or what?” a guy asks through the window.
“No, I’m going to hitch a ride with my friend here,” she answers.
“Whatever,” the guy states in frustration and storms off.
“Ass,” she mutters toward the window before turning to face me. “Hey, you don’t mind, do you? Giving me a ride home?”
“No, I don’t mind at all. I do have one question for you though.”
“Yeah, what’s up?” she replies, sounding distracted.
“Do you believe me?”
“It seriously scares the shit out of me to say this, but for some strange reason, I do,” she answers, her voice wobbly.
“Thank you.”
Chapter Twenty Eight
Putting the car in reverse, I back out of the parking spot and pull out onto the street, heading home. Alex starts to ask a question, but stops, almost like she hasn’t thought it out completely. A heavy sigh sounds from her direction, and I understand exactly how she feels. I’ve been feeling that way for what seems like an eternity now.
As we pass by the spot where I broke down earlier, thoughts of Kevin clutter my mind. I hear his voice resonate in my head and I start to become emotional again. I’m terrified to find out what Unknown meant by his text. I don’t want to deal with another person gone from my life.
“What’s that?” Alex asks. I follow her finger, pointing out the windshield at something in the distance. When we get closer, I see that it’s a truck pulled off to the side of the road.
“Oh, no. That’s Kevin’s truck,” I say, my voice trembling.
I bring the car to a crawl while moving behind the truck, and eventually put it in park. My car’s headlights are the only source of light in the area. From where I’m sitting, the vehicle looks abandoned. I grab my phone and dial Kevin’s number. The phone begins to ring on my end, and then in front of us as I hear a faint melody sounding from outside.
I hang up, realizing that his phone is in the truck. “Dammit.”
“Dani, what’s going on?” Alex asks, becoming more panicked every second. “Did that guy do this?”
“I think so. I need to call my dad.” The moment I go to press my father’s name, a message pops up at the top of the screen. I want to ignore it, but can’t. The message reads:
There’s something waiting for you in the front cab…
“What is it?” Alex asks when I glance over at her and she sees the grim expression on my face.
“He wants me to check the front of the truck.”
“Screw that, Dani. You’re not getting out of this car. Call your dad and have him deal with this, okay? It’s his job, not yours, and now you’ve got proof,” she explains in a frantic manner, complete with arm flailing.
Taking her advice, I ignore the text and call my father. It rings twice before he picks up.
“It’s almost midnight. I hope you’re on your way home,” he says when he answers.
“Dad, I