Mireya took a deep breath. “What the hell happened to you?” She uttered in a half-voiced voice and her cell made her distracted. She took it and looked at the display – Leandra. “Oh no…” Mireya didn’t want to receive another call from the phone of the murdered girl, but she did not seem to have a choice and she pressed the green button, taking the call. “Hello?”

Silence…

“Hello? Who is it? Listen, no matter, who you are, it's not funny, okay? Leandra is dead! If you killed her, at least have the honour and do not call from her name, damn it!” Mireya swore and calmed down again. “And what are you trying to get from this?”

“Mireya!” Leandra’s voice said on the other side.

Mireya froze. No, it was Leandra’s voice, and it was not recorded on a Dictaphone or something else – it was her.

“Mireya, oh God… This way was originally wrong. Look! Where are we now?” Leandra spoke. “Oh, we’re between the two cities, right? We are already approaching the gas station; I can see it right now! You good, girl!”

Mireya got up. She recognized this speech and remembered that day. It was a summer vacation, and she and Leandra decided to spend a couple of weeks traveling in California, taking a capacious Mireya’s car in case they were lucky and they would have to spend the night somewhere on the side-lines. They rode without a map and any navigators, and at one point, they thought they were lost – for several hours they rode along an asphalt road through some desert, hour by hour and did not see a change on the horizon as if they were traveling in a circle. Leandra insisted it was due to a wrong turn, where Mireya turned the steering wheel, being between two roads. Gasoline was almost exhausted, but a miracle happened – they saw the same gas station and finally found out where they were. Undoubtedly, it was unforgettable, but something strange happened in Leandra’s behaviour… she constantly looked back as if fearing someone was watching them, two days later she just threw away her old mobile phone, saying, “It bothered me, and I have long been looking for a reason to change it. But do we need reasons to change something?” At that moment, Mireya didn’t attach importance to all of this, knowing that the essence of Leandra was full of surprises or even jokingly thought that she was suffering from bipolar disorder, but perhaps it was something more personal. Who could record this conversation? Maybe someone got this by connecting to her mobile phone? What did you do, Leandra?

“This way was originally wrong. Look! Where are we now?” She repeated it again.

Mireya listened.

“This way was originally wrong. Look! Where are we now? Where are we now? Where are we now? Where…?”

Mireya’s trembling hands dropped the call, unable to listen to her friend’s dead voice anymore and hear her dead breath. If it’s a murderer, why does he or she do it? Is not it like a way to let the police find themselves? Or maybe killing was not enough and he or she decided to start this “Find me” game then it probably could some psychopath with mental disorders? So many options, questions… in the end, the initial path must be completed.

***

“I’m telling you! It must be her killer!” Mireya waved her arms vigorously, telling Adrianna about her conversation with Tom, about his words and, of course, a call from Leandra’s number. “You understand someone could be watching her, even behind us when we were together and all of this is in front of me now!”

“Okay!” Adrianna raised her hands as if surrendering. “I understand, but calm down, okay? Let’s start from the beginning, who is that Tom? Do you know his surname?”