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I begin to overanalyze every single sexy moment that’s happened between Isa and me, my laptop screen flashes like a strobe light.
    “What the fuck?” I click a few keys then tap the mouse, but that only seems to piss it off more.
    I think about pulling the flash drive out just in case my computer has a virus, but then I’ll have to go through the process of cracking the codes again, and I’m not sure if I can replicate how I did it the first time.
    Okay, stay calm , I think to myself. Just run an anti-virus program and clean everything up.
    As if the computer senses my calmness, an error warning repeatedly flashes across the screen. Then I really start to panic when all the craziness stops and a timer box pops up, ticking backward from five minutes.
    Suddenly, it clicks. Big Doug does this stuff all the time. He probably put this on there in case I wasn’t the one to find the files.
    Shit ! When the clock reaches zero, I’m screwed. And so are the files on Isabella’s mom’s case.
    I grab my phone from out of my pocket and begin taking photos of the computer screen as I open the files. I get a total of about five before the timer reaches zero.
    “ TIME’S UP ” illuminates across the screen, along with a circular symbol with a hieroglyphic code—Big Doug’s watermark. A second later, the screen goes blank, and then the computer dies.
    I blow out a stressed breath, relieved I at least read most of the files and got a few photos so I can give Isa a recap.
    “Kai!” Isa says breathlessly as she runs into the living room, wild-eyed.
    I jump to my feet, ignoring the pain shooting up and down my side. “What’s wrong?”
    “I … there’s … something …” She gasps for air, her eyes flooded with panic.
    She gets this way sometimes whenever she’s about to have a panic attack. Knowing I need to calm her down before she starts hyperventilating, I step toward her and cup her cheek.
    “You have to calm down,” I say. “Deep breaths, okay?”
    She sucks in a breath through her nose and unsteadily exhales through her mouth. She does the movement over and over again, looking into my eyes the entire time. Eventually, her breathing returns to normal, but the fear in her eyes remains.
    “Better?” I ask, and she nods.
    Withdrawing my hand from her cheek, I slip my fingers through hers and guide her to the couch. Once she’s sitting down, I take a seat beside her and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
    “Now, do you want to tell me what’s got you so freaked out?”
    She shuts her eyes and takes another breath. “I-I got another text from that unknown caller.” She opens her eyes and hands me the phone. “I think it might be another threat, and I think it might be worse than the flyer thing this time.”
    Pressure builds in my chest as I read the message. “ If you thought the flyer thing was bad, just you wait. Round two is about to start .”
    Rage burns inside of me at the mention of those fucking flyers someone put all over the school. They declared Isabella’s mom a killer and had a photo of Isa on the flyer that looked like it was taken while she was playing basketball with Kyler. I have my suspicions that Kyler might have taken the photo, that he might be in on this somehow.
    I haven’t told Isa my theory, because I worry it’ll crush her, and she’s already been crushed enough in her life.
    “What do you think they’ll do?” she whispers. “I don’t even know what could be worse than telling the whole school about my mom.”
    “I don’t know.” I wish I had an answer to give her, but I feel as lost as she does. “But I’m going to do everything I can to find out.”
    Her brows furrow. “What’re you going to do?”
    Talk to Kyler and threaten his dumb ass.
    “I’m not going tell you what just yet. I don’t want to bring you into this mess.”
    She glares at me. “Um, hello, this mess is my problem. This person texts me, threatens me. Technically, it has nothing to do