Louisa’s brows furrowed. “Who are you?”
“Your possible nightmare,” the voice replied.
Panic rose in her chest. “What do you want? Who are you?”
The voice cut in sharply. “You want to know more about me? Call me soon, honey.” The line went dead before she could respond.
Louisa stood there, phone clutched in her hand, her heart racing. The voice sounded familiar, but she couldn’t place it.
“Who could it be?” she muttered to herself, anxiety creeping back in. “What do they know?”
She bit her lip, eyes darting around the room. The sense of control she had felt moments ago was slipping away, replaced by a gnawing fear of the unknown.
Dutch returned to the room, and Louisa quickly dropped her phone, her fingers trembling slightly. She plastered a smile on her face, but the lingering anxi
