LOGINANDREA We reached the door, my hand already turning the key, when I felt something grab my ankle. I gasped and looked down. The man was crawling toward me, blood trickling from his forehead, his hand clamped tightly around my leg. His eyes were wild with rage. âNo!â I shouted, kicking at him with my free foot, but his grip only tightened. The door creaked open a little, but I couldnât move. Panic rushed through me like fire. Kate froze for a second, her face pale. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as she turned back. âGo!â I screamed. âKate, run!â She hesitated, shaking her head. âAndrea, I canât...â âDonât look back!â I shouted louder, struggling to pull my leg free. âJust run! Iâll be right behind you!â Her eyes filled with tears, but I shook my head hard, desperate. âGo! Now!â Finally, she turned and ran, her footsteps echoing down the hall. The man yanked my leg, dragging me back inside. I kicked again, harder this time, and hit his face. He grunted, but hi
ANDREA Night turned into day and then night again, but inside the room I could not tell time like normal people. The only way to know how long had passed was the thin strip of sky I could see through the barred window. At first it glowed pale, then went dark, then gray again. That was my clock. We had not been found. No footsteps, no voices calling our names, nothing but the same heavy quiet. My stomach growled so loud it felt like thunder, but when the masked man put the plates down earlier I could not force myself to eat. The rice looked stale and the stew smelled strange. Kate pushed the bowl away with her foot and I followed her lead. We were hungry, but our mouths had gone to salt and fear, not appetite. I kept checking the ropes when I could. They were tight, but the knots were not impossible. I tried to move my wrists, rotate my fingers, find the weak spot. Each small motion made my arms burn, but I had to try. Kate watched me with wide, scared eyes. I tried to smil
ALEXANDER I hadnât slept all night. My head was pounding, my body running on nothing but anger and fear. Every hour that passed without finding Andrea made me feel like I was losing my mind. The monitors in front of me showed dozens of camera feeds, all rewound, paused, zoomed in, then played again. Still nothing. No sign of her. No trace of the van. It was as if the earth had swallowed her whole. I slammed my fist on the desk so hard that the keyboard bounced off the edge. âWhere the hell are you, Andrea?â I muttered under my breath, my voice breaking. My phone buzzed. Another dead lead. I threw it across the room. The screen cracked against the wall, but I didnât care. My mind was spinning, my chest tight, and I couldnât breathe properly. Cole walked in quietly, holding a folder and his tablet. He looked exhausted but cautious, like he was walking into a lionâs den. âSir,â he began carefully, âI just got an update.â I looked at him sharply. âTalk.â He swallowed hard. âThe ow
ANDREA Opening my eyes groggily, my head hurt so much it felt like someone was pounding on it from the inside. A dull, throbbing pain spread through my skull as I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was dark at first, blurry and spinning. I tried to move, but something stopped me. My wrists ached. When I tugged, I heard the scrape of rope against my skin. That was when I realised...my hands and legs were tied. A wave of panic shot through me. My breathing grew uneven as I forced myself to stay calm. I blinked a few more times until the darkness around me started to take shape. It was a small room. The air smelled damp and dusty, like an old basement or warehouse. A single light flickered weakly in one corner, barely enough to see. Then I saw Kate. She was lying a few feet away from me, her head resting on the cold floor. Her hands and legs were tied too, her face pale but peaceful, like she was still unconscious. âKate,â I whispered hoarsely, my throat dry. âKate, wake up.â No
ANDREA The street was quiet except for the faint hum of a streetlight flickering above. The warehouse stood at the end of the narrow lane, old and half hidden behind a tall fence. Its walls were worn, patches of rust showing through the metal gates. A few windows were still lit from the inside, their yellow glow spilling faintly into the dark. I kept my footsteps light as I moved closer, my heart pounding in my ears. Every sound felt louder than it should have been...the crunch of gravel under my shoes, the distant bark of a dog, the wind brushing past a loose metal sheet. When I reached a corner, I paused and took out my phone. The GPS dot on Lexiâs phone was still moving. I typed quickly. Me: Iâm here. Looks like an old storage building near the docks. Tell Alex now. Just as I was about to hit send, a sharp chill ran down my spine. It felt like someone was standing right behind me. I froze. The tiny hairs on my neck stood up, and my breath caught in my throat. Slowly, I star
ANDREA Lexi turned to me, her face drained of color. âAndyâŚwhat do we do?â My hands were shaking as I stood up from the chair. âWe have to go to the police,â I said quickly, already heading toward the door. Lexi nodded, her voice trembling. âYes, letâs go now.â We rushed out of the restaurant, barely hearing the people calling after us. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. We jumped into the car, and Lexi started the engine right away. But before she could even pull out of the parking lot, my phone buzzed. A message. I glanced at the screen, and my blood ran cold. Unknown Number: If you want your friend to stay alive, donât go to the police. Go to the address below. And come alone. There was an address written beneath the text. My throat went dry as I read it again and again, hoping I had seen it wrong. Lexi noticed my face and frowned. âAndy, whatâs wrong?â I turned the screen toward her. Her eyes widened as she read it. âNo,â she said, shaking her head. âYouâre not goi







