[I just found out something. It’s terrible. Want to hear it?]

I stared at the message on my phone, my brows drawing into a deep frown.

She was always like this; she loved stringing people along. Like a cat toying with its prey, slow and deliberate, with a hint of malice.

Annoyed, I typed back:

[Cut the creepy crap. If you've got something to say, just say it.]

Her reply came instantly:

[Vincent's in Bellton.]

I jolted upright so fast my phone ...