“Myla? What is it?” Jared said when Myla entered the room, her face pale.

Beck was already striding toward her before she even spoke, his voice low, controlled the way it got before a fight.

She held the phone out to him with trembling fingers. “I… I just got a text from a number I don’t know.”

Beck collected the phone, reading out loud the words that had drained all the color from her face:

Stop talking to the police and don't believe everything they tell you. I will come save you ...