The light from the phone screen flickered once more before Kim dropped it, her hands trembling. The sound of Miriam's scream still echoed in her ears, even as the screen went dark.
George leaned over her shoulder, his jaw locked. "We need to move. Now."
Liana whimpered behind them on the couch, barely able to stand after what she'd endured. But her voice was clear. "He’s coming for you next."
Rayford was already making calls, barking orders into his Bluetooth headset. "I want every feed from Midtown reviewed. Check for Miriam. Cross-reference that location ping with anyone Phil has associated with in the last five years. I want drones in the sky."
But Kim wasn’t listening. Her mind was sinking, drawn into the seductive venom of the voice that had haunted her for years. Phil.
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