As soon as Phoebe stepped through the front door, she heard the phone ringing in the living room.
"Phoebe, answer the phone! I'm busy in the kitchen!" Anila called out, poking her head out briefly.
"Okay, Mom, I'll get it..." Phoebe replied, quickly swapping her shoes and hurrying to the phone. The moment she picked up, her brother's voice came through the line.
Phoebe froze, thinking she must have heard wrong.
"Hello, Gordon?" she asked, puzzled. He was supposed to be in rehab. Why would he be calling her out of the blue?
"Phoebe, you have to come help me!" Gordon's voice was strained, filled with pain.
"What's going on?" Phoebe asked, worry creeping into her tone.
"I'm trapped at a bar, surrounded by some..."
Phoebe gripped the phone tightly, her heart racing. "How did this happe
