When There Is Nothing Left But Love

“Yeah.” “Got it. I’ll do it immediately, so don’t panic.”

After hanging up the phone, I picked up my bag. “You’re heading out?” asked John.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“No, I mean— it would be better to wait for updates from them instead of going about and looking aimlessly for new leads.”

“Aimlessly?” I shot back.

Probably thinking that I was acting too hostile to provoke any further, he shut up and threw his hands up in surrender.

I left the hotel without another word, and Emery texted me several addresses in W City where she thought Kristina might be.

I wasn’t familiar with the city at all, so I had no choice but to hail a taxi and go to each address one by one.

After visiting each location, Jared called, telling me to visit the suburbs we’d went to yesterday.

It started raining again while on the drive there, the taxi slowing to a stop by the roadside with seemingly no one around for miles.

“Miss, are you sure that this is where your friend told you to go? It’s way too desolate out here! Maybe you should give them a call and double-check the address,” the driver suggested kindly.

My attention turned to what seemed like an abandoned factory a short distance away from where the car had stopped. Hesitating, I told the driver, “Could you wait for a moment while I make a phone call?”

I pulled out my phone and dialled Jared’s number.

“Where are you, Scarlett?”

you

in.

her, then why didn’t you bring

Silence.

then, “You could also choose to

trying to do, Jared?” My eyebrows knitted together. “Summer is

to not come over, I

A threat.

many years, I can’t tell

People’s moralities

Whatever.

fare and got out of the car, but the driver was still worried for my safety. “This doesn’t

I opened up my umbrella. “Help me lodge a police report on your way back.” In response, the

what Jared might have in store for

factory was littered with footsteps of

was quite large, but I didn’t feel scared because I’d been here once

foot within the factory, I

had the balls to come,” he

on inside his head? What does he think of

going to kill me?” I stared at him, less fearful than I thought I’d be. If anything, I was curious

crossing one leg over another in a

supposed

raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you going

“Okay. Where’s Summer?”

bored by my simple question, he rolled his eyes. “Aren’t you