As dusk fell, Leah's spare phone with its shattered screen suddenly lit up. It was a scheduled text message sent from an anonymous virtual number.
Unknown Number: I know you backed up the videos on the cloud. Bring your account credentials. Come alone to the abandoned warehouse in the southern district at eight tonight. Delete the footage completely in person, and I will give you $300,000 in cash. If you contact the police, we will all die together."
Leah stared rigidly at the number $300,000, hope igniting in her eyes once again.
Three hundred thousand! It would cover all her high-interest debts, and leave her more than a hundred thousand to start over! She knew full well the man was a serial killer, and this was most likely a trap. Yet crushing debt and ravenous greed smothered every
