Allison's POV

I leaned from the door, getting a firm grip on my breath now. My heels clinked hard and loud on the floor as I strolled for the bed. I snatched the phone from my panties, and I stared at the screen.

The message popped on the screen: over 20 notifications, some calls from Special Agent James Parlor, my handler and superior whose number I had saved as "Uncle" for security reasons. The others were random notifications of the system's applications.

I unlocked it with my PIN, and I ...