#Chapter 39: Ill-Fated Meeting

Matt

The lingering scent of cologne hung in the air as I adjusted my collar, peering into the bathroom mirror.

It was another evening, and I had agreed to meet up with Sabrina. Why I did was still a mystery to me; perhaps it was the allure of unraveling another, more important mystery; the identity of the masked girl.

Sabrina had insisted we meet at ‘The Blue Lagoon’, a dimly lit bar at the heart of town. It was a dive bar, but it was only one of three in the entire town.

She had mentioned something about it being a suitable place for our discussion. Knowing her, ‘discussion’ could mean anything from genuine conversation to something far less dignified.

The moment I walked in, Sabrina, with her blonde hair cascading down her back, waved at me from the bar. A sly smile was stretched across her face.

“Over here, Matty boy,” she purred.

I made my way over, offering a half-smile in response to the bothersome nickname. I kept telling myself that this was necessary, that I j