Don’t Let Him Know I’m Still Alive
“Yes,” I said.
Tolliver had not expected the word *yes* to arrive that fast, and something in his rhythm broke for half a second.
“When?”
“The twenty-first of November. Fourteen months before the incident. At 11:40 p.m.”
“You’re certain of the time.”
“I have the message on my phone. I’ve read it approximately three hundred times.”