After rehearsal, Jimmy and I went home. My wound was hurting like hell, but I could handle it. I've been through much worse. Emotionally.
We got out of the car, and into the apartment. Jimmy and I walked up the stairs to his room, and we got in.
"Do you want something to eat or drink?" Jimmy asked me as we both plopped on the couch in unison.
"No thanks, I'm fine." I replied, looking up at the ceiling. It's been a long week.
Then, my phone buzzed. I looked at the Caller I.D.
Blocked I.D.
No, please, not now.
I hesitated to click read, but I did anyway.

There's something you don't know about someone. Go through the back entrance of the nearest police station, nobody will be there. I'll give you instructions step by step.

I saw Jimmy looking over my shoulder at the text.
"What should we do?" I asked, looking back at Jimmy.
"We don't do it. We shouldn't get involved with something else." Jimmy suggested. I agreed, but what if Anonymous was being serious this time? What they're saying could reveal something that I wouldn't be able to figure out in my lifetime.
"I think we should do this. I think Anonymous is being serious this time." I said. I was afraid of falling into a trap, but I could figure something out without getting killed for once.
"Maybe I should do this. Lina, you got shot once. I don't want anything to happen again."
"No, we can do this together. I'll be fine, I've learned my lesson." I unwrapped my bandage and showed him my wound. "Trust me."
I wrapped it back up, and gave Jimmy a smirk. "And plus, you're lucky they released you from jail because they have security tapes of defending yourself from my father instead of just killing him. You've had enough of jail."
"Just stay here, okay? I'll be fine, I promise." Jimmy said. I sighed, I didn't want him to go out alone. He could get hurt.
"Are you sure? We can just not do this at all."
"No, it's okay." Jimmy pecked me on the lips, and started towards the door.
"Be careful!" I said.
*Jimmy's POV*
I drove all the way to the police station. I had no idea how the hell I was going to get away with this without getting caught.
I drove to the back of the police station, and put the car in park.
I got out of the car, and put up my black hoodie so nobody could see who I was.
My phone buzzed in my pocket. I took it out, and looked at the caller I.D.
Blocked I.D. I clicked read.

Once you get through the door, go left, and the first room to the left is the file room. Go to the section A-D, and find Emilie Alderman. See what you find.

Emilie? What about Emilie?
I walked to the room, and kept my head down just in case there were security cameras.
There were drawers in alphabetical order. I found A-D, and opened the drawer.
I ran my finger through every file until I found Alderman, Emilie.
I took out that file, and put it on the table. I opened it.
I looked through them, nothing really important so far.
Then, I stumbled upon Death.

Emilie Alderman was murdered at age 25. She was murdered by being stabbed several times in the abdomen. The identity of the suspect has not yet been found.

Wait, didn't Emilie commit suicide?
I took a picture of it, and then put it back in the drawer. Then, I hurried out. I got into my car, and rushed back to my apartment.
That suicide text had to be fake.
But who sent it?
I rushed into my apartment, and ran to Malina.
"What? What's going on?!" Malina asked, her expression petrified.
I pulled up the picture of her death.
She read it carefully, then her jaw dropped. "What about the suicide text?"
"Someone else must've sent it." I said.
What does Anonymous plan to do next?