Dierella was keeping me in the dark about that dream woman—no question. She definitely knew something, but she wasn't saying a damn thing. The worst part was that I couldn't do anything about it. She just appeared and disappeared whenever she wanted, like she was the one pulling the strings… eh, I guess she was pulling the strings, though.
The dashboard lit up again.
Unknown number.
Curious, I answered.
"Who is this?" I said. "It's midnight."
"Evan fucking Marlowe," a woman snapped. "You bastard."
"Who are you?"
"Sarah," she said. "Remember me?"
"Oh," I said, smirking. "Right. How's your night going? Did Guy finally tighten your leash? Good for him."
"This is not over," she hissed. "I swear, Evan. This is not over."
"I'm shaking," I said flatly. "What are you gonna do this time?"
"Just wait," Sarah growled. "I'll put you in your damn place. And I'm not as merciful as Guy. I swear to God."
"Right. Well, I gotta go, Sarah. Good talk. Let's catch up sometime. Bye."
"EVA—"
