𝚂𝚎𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 #2: 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍

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TAMMY:
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Days had passed and I still hadn't gotten a phone call from Amaya. Anxiety coursed through me and I grew impatient. So, I began to carry out my own investigation.

I wrote down possible suspects, tried recalling possible hints and searched my memory for any odd item that may have been in the class I had seen Ifeoluwa.

I spent my entire morning doing every one of those things and planned to continue into the afternoon when Amorette and Ayomide showed up at the door of my house and tried convincing me to take a break. I didn't.

By 2:00 PM, I sat myself down on the rug on my room floor and played the audio I was sent, over and over again.

"Tammy." Amorette called, pouting and looking at me with pity eyes. "You've been doing this since we got here."

"I say you should let her be." Ayomide commented. She folded her arms and looked at him with brows raised. He shrugged, looking back at me.

I ignored whatever they were saying and I took the earpiece off, looking at them. "I'm next."

Ayomide stopped munching on his pack of cookies, Amorette stopped glaring at Ayomide and they both turned to me, confused.

"What do you mean?" Amorette asked.

"Exactly what you heard." I replied. I remained silent, waiting for my words to sink in properly and clearly.

Three seconds. . .

Two seconds. . .

One. . .

Amorette gasped and widened her eyes at the same time, averting her gaze to me with a horrified expression.

"No." She whispered.

Ayomide looked lost. "How are you next?" He asked. "Next for what?"

I sighed. "They plan to kill me."

Amorette furrowed her eyes, climbing down the bed to sit with me on the floor.

"How do you know that?" She asked. "And why are you referring to the killer as 'they'?"

I waved my phone in the air for her to see. "I was sent an audio from an anonymous number the last time you and Aidan came to see me, right after you left."

"I identified three voices and I could tell what they said, the only problem was that their voices had been altered. They all sounded like high-pitched talking chipmunks so I couldn't tell what gender or age they were," I sighed sadly.

"That's sad." Ayomide huffed, dropping his pack of cookies.

"But through the audio, I learnt that the killer was working under someone, the person claimed to be a friend of Ifeoluwa and I." I paused, looking at the both of them.

Amorette had her brows narrowed, seemingly listening to my talk with seriousness. Ayomide became serious too.

"Then, this means this person is someone our age, and a student of our school." Ayomide said.

"The person is an orphan, he or she don't have biological parents anymore."

"So, we just have to figure out which one of Ifeoluwa's friends live with adopted parents." Said Amorette.

"That's the problem." I said. "Ifeoluwa isn't the most social, he doesn't have much friends. Aside us, the only person he hangs out with the most at school is Mandel, but she's not an adopted child."

The room fell silent for a moment, all three of us seemed to be in deep thought.

My phone's ringing tone broke the silence and I picked it up quickly, satisfied at the ID number.