“What are we going to do?” I asked, my hands trembling so badly I had to clench them together on my lap.
Benjamin didn’t answer me right away. He picked up his phone, his jaw tight, and dialed a number. “Marcus,” he said, his voice low and deep, the kind of tone that sent a shiver down my spine.
I watched his hand tighten around the phone as he continued, “We have a problem. An anonymous messenger sent something to the news about Lucy’s disappearance. Look into it.” His tone was clipped, sharp, leaving no room for questions.
Then silence. A pause. And without another word, he ended the call.
I shifted my gaze to Daisy, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, her little iPad glowing in her hands. She hummed quietly, her eyes lost in the colorful game she was playing, completely unawa
