“Jesten,” he smirks.
“Oh right, sorry. I’m hopeless with names,” I whisper so the other guard can’t hear me.
“Yeah, I noticed.” He smirks. “Most girls remember mine though. How come you don’t?”
I roll my eyes. “I see you’re still on yourself.”
He laughs out loud and raises an eyebrow.
We watch as the door opens and Coby Allender is led into the room—my blood runs cold just seeing the creep. I wonder if he really is a serial killer or is just so insane that he likes the game of fooling everyone into thinking he is. They still think he has an accomplice, but I’m not so sure.
“Are you giving me your number today?” Jesten whispers in my ear.
“Sshh,” I whisper. “I’m listening,” I reply as I keep my eyes firmly on the screen.
“This guy is boring. Listen to me instead,” he whispers back.
I giggle—this guy really is a dick. “No, I’m not giving you my number. I told you I’m not into you,” I whisper.
“Fuck off, all girls are into me.”
I giggle again. Total idiot. “Not me.”
“Do you always lie compulsively? Or is it just when you’re in the presence of greatness?” he whispers as his eyes stay on the screen.
I smirk at his ridiculous confidence. “No … only to losers. Aren’t you going out with short and slutty Barbie anyway?”
He burst out laughing. “Not that I know of.”
“Oh,” I smirk. “What happened to her?”
“I sort of told this other hot girl to think of me while she had sex with her boyfriend to piss him off, not realising it would also piss her off.”
I giggle as I shake my head. “You are an idiot,” I whisper.
“Yeah funny, she said that too.”
I have to admit this stupid banter really does get my mind off things. The interview begins and we fall silent. I sit riveted to my seat.
“Are we being watched today?” Coby asks he looks at the double-sided glass.
“Yes,” Henry replies.
“Is Natasha here today?” he sneers.
I frown. How does he know my name?
“It is none of your concern who is here as a witness today,” Henry replies calmly.
Coby smiles at the screen. “Natasha, dear, I have something of yours in my possession.”
I frown and Jesten leans over to me. “Don’t listen to him, he’s trying to mess with you. He does it to everyone.”
I nod as I swallow the lump in my throat. “Ok, thanks,” I whisper.
He smiles at the screen again. “It smells divine, Natasha.”
God, he’s creepy. I start to sweat as fear grips me.