FAZER LOGINChapter Twelve: Two days passed before Detective Ramirez called again, and Zara spent every hour of them jumping at shadows, checking locks twice, walking nowhere on campus without Ethan, Maya, or Chris within arm's reach."You can't live like this," Maya said gently on the second night, finding Zara once again perched by the window, watching the street below with the curtains pulled just far enough apart to see out. "Checking every face that walks by. It's not sustainable.""I know," Zara admitted, letting the curtain fall closed. "I just can't make myself stop yet. Not until I know who it is."She got her answer the next morning.Detective Ramirez: We've identified and questioned the second individual. His name is Marcus Tanner. He's cooperating with the investigation and has been suspended from the university pending disciplinary review. I wanted you to hear this from me directly before any details became public. Please call if you have questions.Zara stared at the message for a
Chapter Eleven: Nobody in Dean Alvarez's office moved for what felt like a very long time."Five minutes," Zara repeated, staring at the message like it might rearrange itself into something less catastrophic if she read it enough times. "He said five minutes.""I'm calling campus police back right now," Dean Alvarez said, already dialing, her voice tight with controlled urgency. "If they're close to his apartment, this could actually work in our favor. If he's sending something from his device right now, that's real-time evidence of exactly where he is."Zara barely heard her. She was staring at her phone, watching the seconds tick by on the clock in the corner of the screen, every one of them feeling like an hour."Hey." Ethan crouched in front of her, taking both her hands in his, forcing her attention away from the countdown and onto his face instead. "Look at me. Whatever's in that email, whatever he sends — it doesn't change who you are. It doesn't change what I know about you,
Chapter Ten: Zara didn't remember getting dressed the next morning. She remembered lying awake most of the night beside Ethan on his couch, both of them drifting in and out of a shallow, restless doze, and then somehow it was seven a.m. and Chris was making bad coffee in the kitchen and Ethan was pulling a clean shirt over his head, and none of it felt real, like she was watching someone else's morning happen around her."You okay?" Ethan asked, crouching in front of her where she sat on the edge of the couch, hands wrapped around a mug she hadn't actually drunk from."No," Zara admitted. "I have a bad feeling about this.""Whatever it is, we face it together. Right?""Right," she said, though the word came out thinner than she meant it to.They walked to the Dean's office in silence, Maya and Chris a step behind, the whole campus washed in the flat gray light of an overcast morning that felt appropriate for whatever waited for them. Dean Alvarez was already at her desk when they arr
Chapter Nine: Zara didn't sleep. Not after sleep well, Zara sat glowing on her phone screen at nine-forty at night, not after Maya double- and triple-checked every lock in the apartment, not after the two of them sat up on the couch with all the lights on until almost two in the morning, jumping at every sound the old building made settling into the cold.She texted Ethan around midnight, unable to stop herself.Zara: He was outside our door tonight. While we were sitting inside talking. I don't think I can sleep.His response came back almost instantly, like he'd been staring at his phone waiting for exactly this.Ethan: I'm coming over.Zara: You don't have to do that.Ethan: I know. I'm coming anyway. Fifteen minutes.He was there in twelve. Zara opened the door to find him standing in the hallway in a hoodie clearly thrown on in a hurry, hair messy, eyes sharp with worry, and something in her chest loosened at the sight of him in a way she didn't have the energy to be embarrassed
Chapter Eight: Ethan was on his feet before Zara had fully processed what she was looking at."He's outside," he said, already moving toward the door. "He's got to still be close. That photo was taken one minute ago.""Ethan, wait—" Zara grabbed his arm, pulling him back before he could push through the coffee shop door. "If it is him, and you go running out there looking furious, he'll just disappear. He's had two years of practice staying hidden. You're not going to catch him by charging outside like an angry boyfriend in a movie."Ethan stopped, breathing hard, some of the heat in his expression giving way to frustrated logic. "So what do we do? Just sit here and let him keep watching us?""We think," Zara said, though her own hands were shaking as she said it, adrenaline and fear tangled together into something that made it hard to sit still. "Carefully. Because if this really is Tanner, and he's willing to follow me across states to keep doing this, then he's not going to just f
Chapter Seven: Ethan was out of his chair and through the study room door before Zara could stop him."Bree." His voice cut through the library hallway, sharper than Zara had ever heard it, all the careful, practiced politeness stripped clean away. "What did you just send her?"Bree's eyes widened, genuine surprise flickering across her face before she smoothed it back into something more careful. "Excuse me?""Don't." Ethan stopped a few feet from her, and Zara, following close behind, had never seen him look like this before — jaw tight, hands clenched at his sides, every ounce of the composed student council president burned away by something close to fury. "Zara just got an email that said 'I already told him myself.' You're standing right outside the door with your phone in your hand. Don't play games with me right now.""I don't know what you're talking about." Bree's voice wavered, just slightly, and Zara, watching closely despite the panic still roaring in her ears, caught so







