"No!" I yell out in frustration, staring at my phone screen. It's completely black.
"She's gone." I whisper, turning to face Trish. The colour in her face has completely drained away and she appears to be in shock —
"Trish, are you okay?" I ask her warily. Her stare fixes on me before she nods slowly. A silence of disbelief settles upon both of us. How do you respond to a threatening call like that?
"Jane is on to us." Trish suddenly whispers, breaking the silence between us. I nod, feeling anger and fear building up inside of me. Jane has something to do with Ivory's disappearance.
"Do we go to the police?" Trish asks, her breath trembling. I immediately shake my head, disagreeing.
"No way, the police don't ever help the situation."
"They can trace the call," Trish suggests, a hint
