7
Kira rubbed her eyes and squinted at the digital clock on her bedside table. It read 6:07am. She took a moment to lie in the darkness, trying to piece together the fragments of a dream. Stephanie... Something about Stephanie. Her memories came back in a rush—memories that seemed too outlandish to be real. She rolled out of bed and fumbled for her phone, scrolling through her text messages. Sure enough, there was the text she had sent to Trevor, telling him to come over to meet.
Shit.
Stephanie’s abduction was no bad dream. Now she had been missing for more than 36 hours—not a good sign. There were no new messages from Trevor or his father, so she assumed they hadn’t heard anything. She threw on some sweats and pulled her hair back into a ponytail as she wandered out to the living room
