Jessica sat silently in the backseat of the sleek black car, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The city lights flickered past the window as she stared into the distance, lost in a tangle of thoughts and carefully woven schemes. Her reflection blinked back at her in the tinted glass—poised, beautiful, but with a storm swirling just beneath her composed exterior.

The soft, persistent buzzing of her phone from deep inside her handbag snapped her out of her daze.

She frowned.

Every number ...