Logan

79. Gone

I'd heard the doorbell ring at the front entrance, I knew it couldn't be someone we knew. I opened the door to see Whitney standing on my porch.

"Hey, so...I messed up."

I stood in silence, waiting for her to keep talking. Her nervousness didn't phase me, considering the way she'd inserted herself into my life.

"Okay, yeah, cool silent treatment. Got it. So, I wanted to apologize. I'm sorry for the things I said at The Iris, I was drunk, and...to be honest, jealous."

"Jealous?" I wondered, I had to hear the rest of this.

"You've got this amazing relationship with all of these people, and I've only been dating Logan for a couple weeks. Plus, I hear you have an in with Kellan, do you think maybe, you'd be willing to help me get an audience with him or something?"

"That depends, are you telling the truth on this whole parent thing? I'm just being up front, are you out for something? Money, property, something valuable?"

"No."

I sighed, taking a chance. "He works around seven usually, if you go to The Iris you can usually catch him before the regulars have set in."

She smiled, writing down the time, "Thank you, really."

"Whitney?" I caught her attention, "Don't thank me. Just prove this is what you want." I shut my door, leaving her outside.

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Later that night, I came home exhausted from work, so I didn't bother sleeping in my blankets. I fell asleep quickly, the noise from the living room fading. Later that night, I heard a noise, so I opened my eyes. A dark figure stood above me, quiet and unnerving. I couldn't move. I tried screaming, but I couldn't hear myself. It's face came closer and closer, and I trembled in fear as it smelled my hair.

I shot upright in my room, a blanket was covered over me, and a note in my hand. It was scrawled in Aeron's writing, 'working a double, be home later' he must have covered me. I still felt as if someone were watching me.

In the morning I went to get dressed and I couldn't find my favorite pair of underwear, it felt arbitrary, considering the stock I had. But it was significant, a pair I wore when I was feeling flirty or vivacious. I checked the laundry, not finding it in there, or even accidentally in Alex's pile.

A creeping feeling came over me, the feeling of being watched, my bracelet is missing, now my underwear, the figure. What is going on?

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*Logan's POV*

In the middle of the night I swore I could see a shadow pass over my window. Whitney had stayed over, and I could hear footsteps outside my window. Then I saw it, a shadow. Before I could turn my light on or investigate, it was gone. I'd been feeling this way for weeks, seeing something and then nothing.

I'd thought about asking Natalie if she'd seen anything, given Victoria's death, and not knowing if someone was coming after us.

I slowly drifted back to sleep, still feeling unnerved.

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In the morning I woke to a heavy knock on the front door.

"Detective Bohannon? What can I do for you?"

"I received a call from Ms. Koughlin, she tells me she's been receiving weird calls, and articles of her clothing have now gone missing. I told her it's a police matter, but she claims she's already called them, and unless there's a physical threat, they're not doing anything."