Nothing Means Nothing, #3

Jon’s childhood friend named Brittany began to contact me, rather urgently, first sending messages to many of my Instagram followers. Random ones, or not: Ivan, Jenna, Rosco, one other.
She found me.
I responded.
“You are not safe with him there.”

One night, a few days later, she asked me if I knew about the gerbils.
No. What?
Apparently, eight-year-old Jon had suffocated his three pet gerbils to death inside an old suitcase.

Foreshadowing

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