"I'm sorry, but are you out of your damn mind?!" Hercules snapped. "He's using you!"
"You're right, but I'm using him too. He's giving me leads on where to find things out. So are the Sharpshooters."
"John, he's dangerous!"
"We don't talk much."
"But he broke your heart..."
"I'm over it."
He sighed, the sound scratchy through the phone's speaker. "Fine. But you call me if you need me, got it?"
"Yeah. I got it. Thanks Herc." I ended the call, more than a little on edge now.
I was a true idiot. Of course Jayce would want something else later on. Of course he would.
And just as the thought ran through my head and I turned to my desk, there lied a manila folder. When I opened it, there was one letter. Handwritten. From Jayce.
'John,
I must make a request of you to keep your mouth shut. Tell your friends about me, and I unleash hell on you.
And trust me, I will know.
Actually, I know lots of things.
Does this order for potassium chloride taped on the back of this letter ring a bell? Pay closer attention who you order things from, Jacky.
Bye now! -Jayce'
I was so screwed. My heart raced, and I shook as I turned the paper over. Sure enough, my order, the amount and everything, were printed plain as day, with my name and address at the bottom.
Who had I ordered it from? It didn't say. All it had was a mailing address.
A mailing address in Virginia.
It started to seem like that's where a lot of my problems were coming from.
I had three- no, four suspects in mind. To figure that part out, and how to save myself from prison, I had to go there myself.
Jayce really did have eyes everywhere.
And like a fool, I'd just mentioned him to Hercules and put him in this mess too.
Why did I keep screwing up?
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Nausea: Sequel to Warcrossed
FanfictionAfter the death of his boyfriend, brother, and a little girl, John seeks to find answers as to why they died from using something completely harmless to everyone else. With the help of a small group of people, he works through his grief and tries to...
