"Where is she, Nathaniel?"Jonathan’s voice didn't shake. It didn't rise. It just cut through the salt air of the Northwood docks like a razor. He stood at the edge of the pier, his black wool coat flapping against his legs. Beside him, I didn't feel like a scholarship student anymore. My fingers were curled into such tight fists that my nails drew blood from my palms. The jittery energy from the withdrawal was gone, replaced by a cold, heavy weight in my gut."You're late, Jonathan." Nathaniel Price stepped out from behind a rusted shipping container. He was holding a glass of amber liquid. In his other hand, he trailed a silver chain. My heart hit my teeth."Olivia!"She was slumped on a wooden crate. Her work uniform was torn at the shoulder. A strip of gray duct tape covered her mouth. Her eyes were wide, wet, and darting toward me. She tried to scream, but it came out as a muffled, desperate vibration."Don't move, Benji." Nathaniel smiled. It was the same oily look he used in th
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