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Origins
The caller ID on Jana’s phone said simply “Unknown.” She placed the phone to her ear but said nothing. A garbled, computerized voice said, “Your mother had a favorite candy. Meet at the place of their origin, ten minutes. Come alone.”
“What?” Jana said, but the call had gone dead.
Cade said, “Who was it?”
“Somebody wants to me to meet.”
“Well, it has to be Pete Buck. He’s the only one with the number to this new SIM card.”
“Yeah,” Jana said, “but where? And why would he disguise his voice?”
“He disguised . . .” Cade said. “He obviously doesn’t want anyone to know he’s in touch with you. He slipped you the SIM cards, and now this. Where did he say he wanted to meet?”
“I have no idea,” she said.
“You just talked to him,” Stone said, still looking out the windows.
“He sa
