Maya spent the rest of the day anxious, pacing, checking the burner phone every five minutes hoping Riley would call back. She didn't.

By evening Maya was convinced something terrible had happened. The Vipers had grabbed Riley, were torturing her, using her to draw Maya out, every scenario worse than the last.

"You need to eat something." Carol appeared with a plate. "You're going to make yourself sick."

"I can't eat." Maya pushed the plate away. "Not until I know Riley's okay."

"Riley is ...