“Yes,” I respond anyway.

“Did he also take you out of the warehouse?” Zeath asks again, and I can’t help but wonder where exactly we are getting with this.

“No.” I shove a spoonful of food into his mouth since he won’t fucking eat by himself. “The bastard stalker opened the door after he shot you. I called 911.”

“What did you tell 911?”

Okay, now we’re getting somewhere.

“I told them that the person was a psychopath killer who tricked us into the warehouse and shot ...