“Where does Donovan live?” I hissed into the phone.

“Oh… I have his address somewhere….”

I heard papers shuffling around as Amanda searched for the address. I started pacing back and forth.

“Ah, I’ve got it.” She rattled off the address and his apartment number.

I froze. “That’s a very rough part of the city.”

“I know. Go get her,” Amanda pleaded.

I sighed and flopped down in my chair again. Sasha was in ...