Chapter 2
I’m roused from my daily nap on the beach by my phone ringing in my gym bag. This wouldn’t be weird at all, except that I don’t own a cell phone. The girl I stole the bag from had one in there, but I took it out before grabbing the bag.
I take the phone out of the bag and stare at it. I'm too scared to answer it, which is probably dumb. I mean, I got stabbed last night. Answering a phone shouldn't be any scarier than that.
It's a nice phone too, a sleek smartphone, which means I probably won't even know how to use it. No name is coming up on the caller ID.
Finally the phone stops ringing. I ignore the missed call and go to look through the phone. There aren't any contacts or other messages.
The phone starts ringing again. I still don't answer. I grab my bag and head toward the library because suddenly I feel weird staying at the beach. I don't get rid of the phone, but I don't feel good about it either.
I get five more mystery calls from the anonymous number while I'm walking to the public library. I don't know how to silence the phone, so I stay on the first floor, where phone calls are allowed.
Apparently, whoever's on the other end gets tired of trying to call me, because the phone lights up with a text.
I can feel my blood pounding in my ears as I open the message.
I saw what you did last night. I have a proposition for you.
What is it about the word proposition that just sounds ominous?
I fumble with the phone's keypad. It takes almost five minutes for my inexperienced fingers to text back I don't know what you're talking about. You must have the wrong number.
A minute later there's another beep. This isn't the girl who pulled a knife out of her chest and walked off like nothing happened.
Who is this? I was so sure nobody was watching when that happened. I respond I don't know what you're talking about. That's impossible.
Even I know it’s a weak answer.
If it weren't impossible, I wouldn't be interested in working with you.
I don't text back. Whoever this is knows, which is bad news. After a minute the phone beeps again.
As a sign of goodwill, I've booked a hotel room for you at the Hamilton Hotel just down the street from the library.
That sounds a little too good to be true. It's probably a trap. On the other hand, it's food and a bed. And maybe a chance to meet whoever this is and try to convince him or her that I'm not actually a freak. I still have the knife from last night as a weapon if I need it.
Another beep. Beats wandering the streets all night.
Finally I text back. How do I check in? Will you be there?
Give them the name Matisse Andrews. No, I won't be there.
I thought you had a proposition.
I'll call. I prefer anonymity.
I roll my eyes, even though I'm a little releived he doesn't want to meet in person. I text back Imagine that. So do I.
You should be more careful where you do your tricks then.
I throw the phone back into the bag, annoyed. I was careful. I already don't like this mystery person. Even if they are putting me up in a hotel room.
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