The Risk (Mindf*ck, #1)

by S.T. Abby

I’m busy feeling like an ass, so I just nod. I really don’t trust my mouth to be any less stupid than this incredibly awkward wave that I’m still doing. It’s like my hand has lost touch with my brain, and the damn thing is still waving.

I grab my phone and text Logan back, finding it oddly calming to have a normal conversation while plotting. Maybe I really am psychotic.

LOGAN: Tomorrow I’ll be a few towns over. Juggling a few cases right now. People just can’t seem to stop killing other people. Gotta love irony. We’re so terribly mismatched that it’s not even funny.

Because Lana Myers has been in my head since the day I met her, and it’d be nice if someone noticed I was missing.

LANA: I’ll call you tonight if you’re free. Sorry I missed your call earlier. It’s been a crazy few days. <3

This text is CRAZY PFF

“Actually, you make this quick,” she says flatly. “Tell me why the hell you stole the identity of a dead girl.”