Cage 42 Oscar: The Cat Who Turned My Apartment Into a Trial

added, almost like she couldn’t help herself:

“I didn’t send that text, by the way.”

My mouth went dry.

“What text?”

Her brows knit. “The… ‘psycho cat’ thing. I don’t even have your number.”

A cold wave rolled through my stomach.

So someone else had my number.

Someone else was watching.

Someone else was angry enough to send anonymous messages.

Marla walked continue reading …