My phone rings, waking me up. My boyfriend is pulling on a shirt beside the bed. My thumb slides across the screen and I answer "Hello?"

"I know what you did" the line goes dead. I jump to my feet and promptly fall over.

"What the hell, Robert?" Jason helps me up. I can't breathe. "Someone knows. Someone knows about me and I'm gonna go to jail and I'm gonna die and-" Jason covers my mouth with his hand. Sometimes he has to do that to get me to slow down. Rob, you aren't making sense. What was that call?"

"Someone said 'I know what you did' and just hung up" Jason takes a deep breath. "Okay. This could be bad. I think we should leave town for a while. I say I'm on emergency leave and close my shop for a month or so and we can go somewhere out of state." That makes sense I suppose. And maybe it was just a prank call. I did that when I was younger. "Where will we go?" He pauses. "Well, there's always New Orleans. You know the city well, and have contacts there that know your situation." It's a funny way to phrase that I literally kill people, so I laugh. "Yeah. I'll call Sonja and we can leave today. She'll probably be able to take us in tonight." I dial her number as Jason pulls a suitcase from the top or our closet. It's a hell of an excuse to go on a road trip.