Twisted-Games

“Heard she went on a date today.”
A vein pulsed in my forehead. First Andreas, now him. Why did every
person insist on bringing that up? “I was there. But thank you for the
breaking news.”
The bastard laughed.
I hung up, cutting him off. It was turning into a habit, but if he had a
problem with it, he could tell me to my face.
Then again, Christian had bigger problems on his hands if Magda was
missing.
I looked around my room again, trying to pinpoint the source of my
earlier nagging feeling. The windows were closed and locked from the inside,
all my belongings were where they should be, and nothing was physically
amiss.
But my gut was never wrong, and something told me someone had been
in here recently…someone who shouldn’t be.