Vivian’s blood turned to ice.
Her body went rigid. The phone in her hand suddenly felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. A strange ringing filled her ears. For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
She blinked. Once. Twice.
“What… what did you just say?”
Her voice was barely audible, raw and strained, like it had been clawed from her throat.
There was a pause on the line, brief, but suffocating.
Then the man spoke again, this time slower, sharper, like he needed her to truly hear every word.
“I said… we found him. Thomas. The man who went off the grid the night your daughter disappeared. We’ve been tracking activity for the last twenty-four hours. He’s been moving carefully. Changing locations. But this time… he stopped. He’s settled in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the
