Chapter Sixteen
The worry was shining in his eyes like a beacon when Trevor arrived at Susan’s apartment.
“What’s wrong?” he asked the moment she opened the door.
“You need to hear this,” she said in a panicked staccato, and tugged on his hand to lead him to the kitchen table.
He sat in the chair next to her and she played Sophie’s message for him.
“What the hell?”
“I know, right? And she’s not picking up when I call her. Matter of fact, the third time I tried it went straight to voicemail and didn’t even ring at all,” Susan exclaimed, then scrubbed her face with her hands. “Then I tried to call that strange number back. I’m worried sick.”
“What strange number?”
“She didn’t leave me that message from her cell phone. She called me from another number.”
“And did you try calling that
