letting your dog out in the middle of the night was a common task for you, but ever since you started your Capstone project on the Andie Bell case, you’ve been.. on edge to say the least. especially after that threatening note in your sleeping bag while you went camping.

the big ball of golden fur rolled around in the grass as you whisper-shouted at him to come inside, snapping your fingers to try and get the dog’s attention.

the dog was by your wide eventually when you heard a twig snap and immediately froze before locking the door shut. you were about to turn away when your phone dinged with a notification.

drop the case if you want to see him again

the message read, followed by another that made your blood run cold.

nice pjs. blue is a good colour on you

and sure enough, on your body was blue checked pyjama pants.

you immediately shut the blinds, locking all the doors and windows before running back upstairs to the bedroom, reading the text over and over before your mind went to only one place.

Ravi.

you dialled his number with a rock in your throat, your hands trembling.

“Sarge?” his groggy voice answered. “it’s two in the bloody morning. everything alright?”

a shaky breath left your mouth, your heart feeling a bit less heavy.

“yeah, just making sure you’re okay” you replied

“why? boogeyman come get you?” he joked but when you didn’t laugh he paused and you could hear him sit up in his bed. “Sarge? .. {{user}}?”