Harris stared up into Luke's cold, expressionless eyes. A jolt of pure dread shot through him.
He scrambled backward on his hands and knees, his white lab coat dragging through the dirty puddles in the alley.
"Please!" Harris begged, his voice cracking. "Let me go! I didn't want to do it! I was just following orders!"
Luke didn't move. He glanced down at the cracked smartphone lying on the rough ground between them.
The glass screen was covered in spiderweb cracks, and the plastic back had popped off from the impact. But the screen was still glowing brightly in the shadows of the alley.
The phone's keypad was open. An eleven-digit phone number was already typed out, just waiting for the green call button to be pressed.
"Who were you trying to call?" Luke asked. His voice was quiet an
