The second the car pulled into the driveway, I was already unbuckling my seatbelt. Milo opened the door for me, stiff as always, but I didn't even look at him as I hurried inside. My heart was pounding fadt.
I ran straight upstairs and locked my bedroom door. The first thing I did was pull the folded paper from my pocket, the one Celia had slipped into my hand. My fingers were trembling as I unfolded it, the words scrawled in rushed, sharp handwriting:
"If you want to know what your fiancé is really up to, come to 214 Madison Street, downtown. By 8:00 p.m. Don't tell anyone."
My stomach twisted.
For a long second, I just stared at the note, rereading the words over and over, waiting for them to make sense. My fiancé. What Alex was really up to.
