A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

him lately?” I asked, keeping my voice soft.

“Six this quarter,” she said, her pen starting its rhythmic tapping again.

I looked down at her shoulder, where a single strand of blonde hair hung over the collar of her dark blue blazer. It was the exact shade of the hair I had tucked into the plastic bag in my dresser drawer, the one that had cost me my continue reading …