*Harper's POV*
"OK, got it. The phone is registered to an Eric Greene." My heart dropped as Zeb confirmed exactly what I was expecting to hear. I noticed Zeb hesitated for a moment before speaking any further, glancing at me and then back at Dawson, looking worried. "What is it? What's wrong?" I asked Zeb, increasing my worry by the second. He knew something that he wasn't telling us. I could tell by the way he looked at me, a look of pity. One I was unfamiliar with but equally disliked just as much as the look of disgust or hate. I almost preferred the latter.
"It's here, the phone is pinging here...in New York.." Zeb finished with a worried glance. Tears dropped down my cheeks as the panic set back in, buried deep in my chest. My throat felt as if it was closing up, making it difficul
