“You’re not going to find what you’re looking for in there.”
Frederic’s head snapped back toward him. “You don’t know what I’m looking for.”
“Yes, I do.”
Every hair on my arms stood up.
Frederic’s shoulders tightened. “Then tell me.”
Zinc didn’t answer.
Frederic took a step closer.
“Tell me.”
Still nothing.
When Frederic spoke again, his voice had changed.
“Five years.”
The number came out rough enough to catch somewhere in my chest.
“I’ve been asking the same f*****g question for five years, and everyone keeps telling me to move on. So either tell me what happened or get out of my way.”
Five years.
That landed harder than I expected.
The creepy text from Sunday flashed through my head.
Stay away from him if you value your life.
Five years.
The library.
The vampires.
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