Chapter 23: Personal Invite

Hallie’s POV

Surprise, surprise. There has been another murder on the streets of Los Angeles. The police don’t have any leads or suspects, and it seems that the serial killer is nowhere near close to being identified.

I groan as I switch off the news station, letting the room fall into complete silence. The time on my digital clock reads midnight and my stomach growls in response. I’ve been having a lot of late nights as I try to complete as much study as possible and work on any upcoming assignments. This means my body has gotten used to a late-night snack most evenings. Who am I to tell it no?

Swinging my legs over the edge of the mattress, I retrieve my key card from the desk and scoop up my phone before heading into the hallway. The air is still and quiet given that most people are likely asleep or are out partying as it is Saturday night.

How was it only a week ago that River turned up in my bedroom drunk?