Chapter Sixteen
I pace back and forth nervously as I wait in anticipation for Mac to dial the guys number. Mac had insisted it would be him to dial the guys number. Supposedly, Mac says he knows how to handle this type of situation better.
I scan my surroundings, Central Park is not as crowded as usual, probably because of the unusually cold weather in April. "Peyton," a voice breaks me of my thoughts.
"Hmm," I whip around to face Mac.
"Stop pacing, I won't be able to concentrate on the phone call," his eyes soft.
"Oh, sorry," I return to my seat next to him.
He looks over at me, "Are you ready?"
I can only manage to nod my head. He presses the dial button. I can hear the phone ring, and ring, and ring. I am on my wits last end.
"Hello," a voice says from the other end.
Mac takes a deep breath before speaking.
"Hi, this is Mac and Peyton, the people you gave the card to."
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Mac ends the phone call and looks at me. My eyes plead with his to tell me what's going on.
"What's going on," I break the silence.
Slowly, he turns to look at me. "Well," he starts.
"Well, what?" I ask, exasperated.
"We have a date with the NYPD tomorrow," he sighs.
"For?"
"To explain everything to us."
I gulp, "The truth."
"Yes."
I'm not sure if I'm ready for the truth. Or if I can even handle the truth.
He breaks the silence, "It's getting dark out, let's get you home."
He goes to stand up, but I grab his hand to stop him. "Don't take me home, please. Let's just get a hotel room. I'm not ready to face them just yet."
He nods, understanding. We walk off to the hotel, in silence.
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Anonymous POV
I watch her and her boy you walk off towards the hotel. Hah! She thinks she can fool everyone that she's not back yet, well she's wrong.
Thinking she's so sly and secretive. Well I'm better than that. I am the one who shot her. I am the one who missed killing her on accident. I am the one who knows her better than anyone else. I am the one who knew her secret before she did.
She better watch out, because next time, I'll make sure I won't miss.
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