At 2:47 in the Morning, the Waitress Chose a Killer. By Dawn, She Learned He Had Been Saving Her All Along.

the city.

“Because I promised someone I would.”

Before she could ask who, a phone rang from inside the metal box.

Vincent answered with one word.

He listened.

Elena watched the change move through him.

His shoulders straightened.

His face became still.

When he spoke again, the softness was gone.

“Where?”

A pause.

“No police.

Not yet.

Lock the west entrance.

I’m continue reading …