Encrypted Warnings

“ Camilla, did you get it? ” I asked, nearly dropping my phone as I goggled at the screen. It was slightly once night, and the safehouse was silent except for the low hum of the old heater and the occasional creak of the floorboards. I could slightly catch my breath after another restless night of dreams and dubieties. “ Answer me! ” I repeated, my voice edged with frustration and a tincture of fear.

“ Yeah, I got it, ” came the muffled reply from the other end ...