Chapter 71
CHAPTER 71
Brooklyn, New York
M y iPhone chimes with an incoming text.
I look down.
Sorry to hear about Garrett’s death.
A Brother
I’ve been getting condolence calls and texts all week from everyone I know.
Even Burton Pearce expressed his sympathies.
I was touched by the outpouring of messages.
This one pisses me off.
I sit down on my bed and text back:
Who is this, you son of a bitch?
So far, this has been a one-way communication.
I’ve never responded until now.
I don’t know what to expect.
Within seconds, there’s a reply.
You’re still in danger.
Suzanne. Amber. Garrett.
You could be next.
A warning or a threat?
Either way, I’m over it.
No more texting. Meet me in person.
I send it and wait. My head is throbbing, and my heart is pounding.
This better be good.
It is.
Grand Central.
Today, 3 p.m., the information booth clock.
Alone.
I throw open my bedroom door and stomp into the kitchen.
“Mama, I changed my mind.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m going back to work.”
“You mean teaching?”
“No. I mean the book. I’m going to finish it myself.”