The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

Then I got on my knees and felt under the bottom lip of the desk, where we used to tape burner phones during ugly cases.

My fingers hit plastic.

There it was.

A black flip phone, taped so flat I had to break two nails getting it loose.

It had one saved contact.

M.

I hit call.

He answered on the second ring.

“Emma,” Malcolm Harrington said.

I sat back on the continue reading …