Chapter 10
Simon paces around his room, raking his hair with his hands. Think, think, think! You know your brother. Think! Where would Gene bring Sean to? A motel? That wouldn’t have been easy with Sean in tow. Must be a house, an empty house—
Simon sags down on his bed, breathing deeply.
God, how could he have been so stupid?
“Hello?”
“Mr. Matthews?”
“No, this is Arvin Burke.”
“Mr. Burke, this is Simon Scott.”
An intake of breath, a pause, and then, “You got something?”
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Nate is still at Arvin’s place when the call comes. He has been reading Gene’s journal entries, the contents making his stomach roil. The obsessions and the delusions of the man who wrote them, the username itself, they are totally freaking him out. The IP address isn’t helping any either as it goes only
