Wendy opens her mouth.
“Something isn’t adding up.” I cut in. “And you know it.”
“Layla…” she says carefully. “Maybe you haven’t been reading the papers, but things have been strange for a while.”
I blink. “The papers?”
She nods. “Last week alone, two girls were found dead along that same road. Kidnapped and killed. If there was something bigger going on that you needed to know about, do you think I’d stand here and say nothing?”
I hesitate because that part… makes sense. I don’t read the papers much but I’ve heard a few things about the disappearances.
Still, that doesn’t explain this.
“So what? That explains why none of you are shocked?” I ask. “And it’s not just today. You all move like…I don’t even have words for it.”
“We are close.” She counters. “Closer than most groups. We
