The words 'tried to put me under' were like a prick on my skin. Should I take that literally?
"Where?"
"There's a dive bar called The Rusty Anchor about three blocks from where that carnival was tonight. Dark, quiet, no cameras. Come alone, not like you have any friends anyway." He cackled.
"Give me one reason to trust you," I said and his cackle died.
"Simply because," the voice dropped an octave, becoming deadly serious. "...the woman sleeping in that room next to you is evil and she will be the death of you. If you want to know why she's keeping you close instead of letting you go now that the job's finished, you'll show up."
The call ended flatly and I dropped my hand, staring at the screen.
My stomach felt like it had dropped through the floor. I got up and then went back to the bedroom, standing outside the bathroom door with my eyes closed.
