[Elena's POV]

The wax cracked with a dry snap.

My fingers, still trembling from the adrenaline and the cold hospital floor, fumbled to pull out the single sheet of thick, cream-colored paper inside.

There was no letterhead. No ransom demand. No threat typed out in cut-out magazine letters like in the movies.

Just a sharp, angular and hurried handwriting.

E,

40.7794° N, 73.9632° W

Today. 17:00.

Come alone.

, Ryan C.

I stared at the signature, my breath catching in my throat.

Ryan C.

The name ...