Someone had called the police. An officer pushed through the door. "Who's Laurel Fox?"
——
The officer stood in the doorway of the private room.
"Officer, it's her! She's the one who ran the whole thing back then!" Nelson pointed at me, shouting.
My classmates scattered in an instant, leaving me stranded in the center of the room.
Russ Pruitt, the class monitor, shouldered his way up to the officer.
"Officer—we were all begging her to turn herself in just now, and she threatened to kill every one of us if we talked."
I looked at these old classmates. The same ones who'd pushed me off a thirtieth-floor rooftop in my last life.
Back then, I'd fought to explain. The photo was doctored. The person in the video wasn't me.
They'd just laughed. "It's a joke, relax. Why are you taking it so seriously?"
Then Damian Delgado led the way and pushed me over the edge.
"I'm Laurel Fox." I wiped the corner of my mouth.
The lead officer stepped forward and flashed his badge.
"You've been reported on suspicion of organizing a criminal syndicate and connection to the stabbing case in the alley behind the college district ten years ago. You'll need to come with us."
The handcuffs closed around my wrists.