Three days later, late at night.
Leilani sat at her desk, the cold light of the computer screen reflecting in her calm eyes. She logged into a dark web account she hadn't touched in a long time. She had been so busy with Mr. Chilton and Arnold recently that she hadn't had time to check her messages.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she logged in, an unread message caught her attention.
[I know about the pendant information you posted. Here are coordinates. If you want to know more, come alone in one month. Don't try to fool me. I know who you are. I will contact you again in a month.]
Leilani stared at the message for a long time. Her fingertips tapped lightly against the desk.
The pendant Paulina had given her had always been a mystery. She had never seen any relevant information under the posts she made about it before. This was the first message that actually mentioned the pendant.
Leilani contemplated the lines of text for a long while. Finally, she replied: [Okay.]
...
The next morning, at Pure-Spring Clinic.
Leilani pushed open the door to the consultation room. Hale Cheney was already sitting inside, head down, playing on his phone.
It was time for Hale's follow-up. She had come to the clinic early this morning specifically to see him.
Sunlight streamed through the carved window, landing on Hale and giving his light brown hair a faint golden sheen.
Hearing the movement, Hale looked up and grinned when he saw Leilani.
"Dr. Sloan, I'm not late, am I?"
"No."
Leilani set down the medical chart and signaled for him to extend his hand.
"How have you been feeling lately?"
Hale obediently rolled up his sleeve, revealing the stubborn dark red patch on his arm.
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