“I think I’m being stalked. I got this picture on my phone.” She handed it to Trey, who was closest.
He examined it carefully before handing it to his twin.
“Has he spoken to you? Approached you in any way?” Chay asked.
“Not exactly. But I get these creepy calls sometimes. The number’s blocked, but there’s someone there, breathing….
“Then they hang up?” Trey concluded.
“Sometimes they whisper something. It sounds like a name. But it’s not something I ever heard before.”
“Not Rosebud?” Trey supplied.
The young woman cut her eyes at him. “Yeah, could be,” she replied sarcastically. “The closest I can make out, they say Katrinka. But I can’t be sure.”
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