“No, they covered their tracks. Whoever leaked it knew what they were doing,” Jay answers. I roll my neck again, gritting my teeth against the flaring pain radiating from the tightened muscles. More than anything, I’d love to feel my little mouse’s hands working out the near permanent knots in my neck and shoulders. But it’ll be a little while before she agrees to that. “Alright, Pll see what I can find out with this new video,” I say, before ending the call. Fuck. I need a drink. And my little mouse happens to have a bottle of my favorite whiskey in her house. A bone-chilling cold settles on the back of my neck. I hiss through my teeth and turn my head, convinced I’ll find someone standing behind me. But no one is there, despite the persistent cold surrounding me like dense fog. I've already experienced a few unexplainable things while perusing Parsons Manor. But whatever ghost that's floating up my ass has bad fucking timing. “Back off,” I mutter through gritted teeth, turning back around. Surprisingly, it does. Whatever it is. And I go back to staring mindlessly into my whiskey glass. Whoever’s whiskey this 1s, it’s divine. A citrus flavor lingers on my tongue as I sip from the crystal cup. Addie’s upstairs sleeping, none the wiser to me being