Chapter Nine
Fox
I woke to the shrill rattle of curtains opening and light blasting into the bedroom.
“Why?” I howled.
“Get up!” I felt the bed wobble as my beloved wife jumped on it. I kept my eyes shut.
“Now, Fox!” shouted another voice I knew all too well.
I struggled to sit up and opened my eyes.
Jenny and Haze were on either side of me.
“You know, we should talk more about boundaries, Jen.”
She laughed. “I have a key to your house, and every username and password for all your accounts and devices. What boundaries?”
I pulled up the duvet. Was I being paranoid, or did that sound a little chilling?
Haze handed me the Ivrea postcard from the fridge. I took it from her. “Why do—”
“Turn it over.”
We warned you. We’re watching.
A new postcard. A new threat. My constant worries were valid. They were coming for us again.
I looked between the two women. “Clark was a random English finance guy. Why would they care?”
Jenny shrugged. “It doesn’t make sense. I ran due diligence on Clark, and he has no ties to anyone from that world. Apart from his crimes against his wife, he was squeaky clean.”
“Maybe it’s just an empty threat? They just want to keep us on our toes?” I was reaching. Wanting to believe anything other than the clear truth.
Haze and Jenny looked at each other.
Jenny took a deep breath. “I’ve done some checks. The Chameleon got to England a few days ago.”
So this was no empty threat.
Everything in me was screaming that we should get away. Far away! But then, what about school? And really, where in the world could we hide from a man like him?