You know how, in those crime and murder movies, either the police or the serial killer would have a board that they put pictures of people and connect them with threads based on suspicion? That was very similar to what I was looking at. I picked up my phone again and forced myself to stand up.
There was a picture of a young man at the center and several other unfamiliar people around the picture, and was that me? I moved closer to my picture, wondering what exactly I was doing there. When Jonathan had succumbed to my manipulation, I'd assumed he wasn't the brightest kid in his class, but I could see now that I was wrong. There were notes on other people but nothing on mine. I looked at the picture of Lucas and Julia next to mine. Was he suspecting us of something, or just felt like something was wrong? Unfortunately, I still didn't know what went through the man's head.
