" We need to talk. " That's what Lizzie says the moment she sees me. I slam my locker shut to face her.
" Let me guess, the result is out. "
" Mm-hmm. And guess what? It's a match. " She opens the door to our classroom. " My dad called the sheriff this morning, we're waiting for his response. "
" That's good. We're getting somewhere. " I drop unto my chair
" Why do you think his hair was there though? "
I stroke my chin thoughtfully. " I have two theories, first one..... They probably got into a fight and yanked each other's hair. Second theory..... That's his MO. "
" MO? "
I look at her blankly. " Modus Operandi? It's like the pattern of a serial killer. The way this killer cut off his hair is too....Precise, too clean to be an accident. I think he collects them. "
" Do you think Nicole's hair was chopped like that? " She leans towards me.
" It's possible. Do you think you can ask your dad if a piece of her hair was chopped? "
" Of course. Thanks for your help. Just thinking about this killer escaping justice gives me the creeps. "
Mr. Matthew walks into the class and I sit straight. Slipping out my locker's key, I pry open the desk, rummaging for my pen, instead, I find a weird piece of paper. It's a letter, the paper is color pink - my favorite color.
Hello Billie,
I hope you love the pink letter. There's no need to introduce myself, I believe you know who I am. It's quite funny, isn't it? You out of everyone, figuring out my secret, a mere new girl. I have to say, my ego is hurt, but I'm also curious. I wanna know how good you are, so here's how it's gonna play out.
I give you one month to figure out who I am, or else your family, friends, everyone you care about dies. Should I drop a clue? Okay, here goes. Socialize more. Oh wait, that was a tip, not a clue. Ah! Ah! Ah! My bad.
P.S, tell anyone about this and you die.
Kisses,
Serial killer.
The paper drops from my shaky hands and I feel sweat run down my face to collect at my chin, dropping in splats against the paper. My head reels, I feel like puking, cold sweat breaks out on my back.
This doesn't make any sense. How did...? Lizzie's the only one that knows I'm looking for the killer. Wait... Lizzie's the only one that knows. Could she....?
I cast her a sidelong glance. She's looking at Mr. Matthew, chewing the cap of her pen viciously. She doesn't look suspicious, but I can't trust anyone. I was ready to hand it over to the sheriff, but now it looks like I've got no choice. To save my family, I have to find the kille