I received a notification from my phone.
Did you like my present for you? The one in the picture was the original Black Dahlia. The lady found near your home was someone insignificant. I played with her but got fed up since she would no longer listen.
You don't want to end up like her, don't you?
Don't tell anyone about this message or I might just cut you like I did her. Shush, love.
I clutched at my phone like a lifeline. Ed seemed to have noticed this so he looked at me with questions in his eyes.
I debated whether to tell him or not.
If I tell him, he will definitely tell the P.I. The investigator might tell the police about it. And whoever is sending me these messages might have someone spying at the police station so he will know.
If I don't, I might not be able to handle things right. I might endanger all the people that I love.
