"Well enough of this; we've got work to do. Come on!"
Ben was about to start the car when my phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was Vivienne calling.
"Uh hold on Ben, I just have to take this. It might be about my daughter. She's sick."
"Hello?" I said, answering the call.
"Hi, Everett," the voice trembled through the line.
I could hear immediately that something was wrong – something was seriously wrong. I couldn't help thinking that maybe Jane's condition had worsened, and my heart started beating faster. Little rushes of cold fear started trickling up my spine.
"What's wrong, Vivienne? Is it Jane? Is she alright?" I stammered.
"Jane's alright; she's fine."
"Then what's going on here?"
"I... Someone broke into my daycare last night."
I certainly hadn't been expecting to hear that. My heart rate slowed back to normal, and the panic evaporated from my system.
"Well that's weird," I remarked. "Who would break into a daycare? Did they steal anything valuable?"
"No, nothing was stolen. It's worse than that."
"How so?"
"I know who did it."
"You do?"
It sounded now like she was crying.
"It's... it's my psycho ex, Simon. He's found me. He's found me, and he's coming for me..."
Chapter Seventeen
Vivienne
For a moment, there was silence on the line, then he spoke. "Are you absolutely sure about this? Are you sure it's him?" Everett asked.
"Positively sure. He used my real name – Alicia. Nobody in this town knows that about me except you, my friend Angie, and me. And obviously neither you nor Angie broke into my daycare and wrote that on the wall. I'm very, very sure it was him. It has to have been."
Everett paused on the other end of the line as he thought about everything I had just told him.
"I can come and get you, right now," he said.
Then, I heard someone else speaking in the background.
"Ev, is this an emergency? We have to see these kids' parents right away. We have no idea if they're on the run or if they've been home since the shooting—"
I heard the word “shooting” and immediately my heart started racing.
"Everett, who is that?" I asked. "There hasn’t been another shooting, has there? Are you alright?"
I heard him speak to the other person.
"Ben, hold on a sec; it is kind of an emergency."