The pitch-black Range Rover slowed down as it approached the quiet bus stop. Amyra’s heart leaped into her throat, hammering violently against her ribs -dhak, dhak, dhak. The tinted back window began to roll down slowly.

For a split second, sheer panic paralyzed her. Did he know? Did he track the IP address? Was he here to drag her into the car and fulfill the dark promise of his voice note?