When the phone started ringing again, a chill ran down my spine.
My mother’s name flashed across the screen once more.
For a moment, I almost answered.
Then I looked at the federal agent.
She didn’t seem frightened.
She seemed concerned.
“If you answer that call right now, they could know exactly where you are,” she said quietly.
“Who?” I asked.
But she didn’t answer.
Behind her, another electronic beep echoed from inside Unit 17.
This time it was louder.
More urgent.
As if something inside was waiting specifically for
