The whisper wouldn’t leave my ears.
The audio file cut to silence, leaving me frozen in the dim glow of my laptop screen, the flash drive still jutting out like a blade. My breath tangled in my throat. Taken. The word tore through me with sharp, cold edges.
For days, weeks, I’d lived with the guilt that Mia abandoned everything because of me. Because of Daniel. Because my life was collapsing and she couldn’t handle the fallout.
But taken?
My phone buzzed violently on the table.
For a heartbeat, I couldn’t pick it up. My hand was trembling too hard.
I finally swiped the screen.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
You want answers about Mia? Come now.
A location pin appeared. My blood iced over. A warehouse on the edge of town.
Another warehouse.
“No,” I whispered. “Not again.”
But before I could sp
