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_What time is is?_ He pulled out his cell phone. _10:10. She's not coming. She was never coming._ He lowered his phone and began to slide it back into his pocket. Just as his fingers loosened their grip, it began to vibrate.

He froze.

_Is she calling me? Why would she call if she had chickened out? Does she think I'll have left? I don't want her to have the satisfaction of knowing I'm still here. Could it be Stu? He'd know that I left the apartment and that I didn't go to class._ It only vibrated once. A text.

He slid his phone open, reading the new message:

*UNIVERSITY INSTANT CAMPUS ALERT: Student found dead in apartment at 99 McGalliard. Possible homicide. Students are advised to stay in groups and report any suspicious persons.*