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Instead, I was staring at the clock, waiting. Just before midnight, my phone vibrated with a coded message. Short, simple, and demanding: Meet me at the Watchtower. Midnight.

Then a few texts from Marceline and Rachel. And then an easy to miss message from an unfamiliar contact that had become all too familiar to me. I clicked on the chat room without blinking. The few characters coming to light. [Let's Meet.]

"Between eight PM and eleven. To a number registered to Whitmore and Associates." "What did they say?" "I don't have content. But the timestamps tell us something." A pause. "First message was at eight-oh-two PM. That's approximately thirty minutes after you walked out of the café." Lewis had still been sitting there at eight. "She was reporting on our meeting," Yessica said. "Almost certainly." Rafferty's voice was even but beneath it, that careful controlled quality she'd come to recognize. The anger he kept on a very short leash. "Second message at nine forty-seven. Third at ten fifty-one."

Mallory’s POV The message sat on my screen for almost ten minutes before I sent it. Can we talk? That was it, Short and simple. But if there’s one thing I know about Jace, it’s that he always reads between the lines. A few seconds later, he replied. When? Tomorrow. Espresso Lounge. I waited. Then: Fine. I started grinning for real.

-How about we hang out some time like old friends. Aiden: Old friends? -Well friends. Aiden: It is only been two months since you left, Tiffy. -Guess I've got a glitch in my head. Aiden: Right, tonight at lé mongás cafe, just down the streets. -Cool. I buried my head into my pillow and another message popped in. It was a group chat; -The Morafuckers- What in the- Above it was a notification; Allen added You, Asshole, Ciara, and Isaac.

I hurry to open the message. Unknown:Room 636. 9pm. Don't be late. Oh. My. God. Oh my God. This is really happening. He's booked a room. Holy shit. I'm going to meet him tomorrow. I'll be in a room, doing whatever he wants tomorrow.

\(★ω★)/ Mu_Chen : Contaminated, you said... Don't stamp us similar to a virus.. (￣︿￣) Ming_Yue♥ : hahaha.. Ming_Yue♥ : Anyway, let us meet at the mall, in two hours? Cool_Wang : Roger that! Ran_Ran7 : Okay, leader! Mu_Chen : Aye, My Leader!

Naomi hurriedly clicked each one away, setting everything up. She clicked on a Mensa study group, and a few messages popped up. There was a message from a Mensa Parent. [Tonight, Gin City's branch will have a gathering. It only happens once a year. Gin City's members should all attend.] A reply from Mensa Whisperer came. [Wish, don't push it away this year. Let us see your face, alright?] Mensa Swordsman added, [Wish, that's right, everyone really wants to see you.]

Or at least one of them. But someone found them. No. Nerissa found them not someone. The second message came seconds later. Unknown: Sunset Bar. 8:00 P.M. Don’t be late, big sis. My hands trembled as I lowered the phone. Of course. Of course, she would use something that intimate, that sacred, to get my attention. My heart sped as I thought about everything she could want.

Just as I was about to hit the call button, a message from Elaine popped up. Elaine’s text: Cassidy, I think somewhere past 5 in the evening works for me tomorrow. Mike and I had plans, but it’s best not to delay the seance. After initial contact, it is never a good idea to hang a sex spirit. I put my phone away from mom’s prying eyes. “Uh, I also have a message from work. I better go upstairs to call my boss, and then I can call Mason afterward,” I said. Mom gave me the green light, and I hurried upstairs.