The Note on Jolene’s Monitor Said Two Words

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Malcolm exhaled into the phone. It crackled like old paper.

“Ryan is missing,” he said.

That did it.

I stood too fast and slammed my hip into the desk. Pain shot down my leg. Good. Pain was clean.

“What do you mean missing?”

“I mean he emptied two accounts, took his passport, and disappeared six days ago.”

“Congratulations.”

“Emma.”

“No. Don’t Emma me.continue reading …