Chapter 11

Yep. Yes. That was Bill’s cock. Bill had fucked him. Why the deception? Why pretend to be only a fan? Why hadn’t Bill told him? Scott remembered his promise to himself. He would not have anything to do with Nate’s crew.

He sent Bill a text telling him, I recovered files from this laptop and know what I suspected is true. If you are still working with Nate, you can’t talk to me. And I won’t talk to you. Goodbye.

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Three days passed. Scott looked at a calendar and realized he still had a week to isolate himself before he was in the clear. Not that he had anyone to see. Not that, other than a brief call to his parents, he’d even spoken to anyone. He realized he needed a stuffed animal or a volleyball named Wilson. Otherwise, isolation was going to drive him crazy.