Whoever was searching for Thomas’ stories was thorough. We found the odd scrap here and there, but nearly all of the work had been removed.
But as I looked through the room, I noticed the rummager had forgotten the newest piece: the one still in the typewriter.
Fed into the machine was a just-started text:
“It was on a Tuesday that The Circle decided to kill Abigail Chester.”
My mouth agape, I read on…
“She had gotten too close to what we were doing. Too familiar.”
What did Thomas mean by “we.”
And who was “The Circle.”
And...why is Abigail still alive?
Wait, is she? I immediately started sprinting.