Chapter 20
I wake to a knock at my door.
I roll over and rub my eyes. Isn't it a little early for visitors? My cell reads 9:13 AM, far earlier than I'd like to get up on a Saturday morning after a night of restless sleep.
The knock sounds again, and I groan.
"Go away!" I yell at the unwanted guest. This crappy apartment is tiny enough - and the walls thin enough - that I have no doubt he or she hears me.
It's only then that I remember the events of yesterday and the encounter with Garrett in the parking lot. I flip open my phone.
"You better get out of here," I say. "I'm calling the police."
But it's not Garrett's voice that answers me - it's Calder's.
"Lily. Can I talk to you?"
I scramble out of bed. What's he doing here?