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"Why has his phone been out of reach? was his phone dead?" Jimmy mumbled as he was trying to call Jaehyun so early in the morning. He merely wanted to greet Jaehyun with "Good morning" and ask how he was doing. "Alright, maybe he was still on the bed."

God, I’m so tired… Minutes passed before she tried his friends, but all gave the same reply: they didn’t know. Until one thought stabbed her—there was someone who could find him. Someone who could track anyone down with nothing but a number. Someone who unsettled her in ways she couldn’t name. Hastan. Her fingers shook as she pressed his name on her phone. On the other end, Hastan’s lips curved when her name flashed across his screen. “Hastan… I need your help. May I ask?” Meira’s voice was cautious, hesitant.

“If you want it back, you know where to find me.” Home.

It recoiled, arching it back and hissed at Suzanne before sprinting away. Suzanne stood back up, looking at her palm. It’s an ominous sign, she thought just as the phone in her back pocket began to ring. The ringtone was a BTS ‘Not Today’ ringtone. It was old man Hendricks. Suzanne blinked, wonder of wonders, Hendricks never called. She pressed the answer button and stepped into her grandmother’s unit. Grandmother was sitting on her bed sipping a can of beer. How grandmother had managed to smuggle in such rarity was beyond Suzanne’s understanding.

I quietly lay on my bed, when my phone buzzed. Unknown numver; I'm here to help you. Give me a chance. Mike.

"You need to come back here. Your apartment is a mess, and I'm afraid he's looking for you." My fingers go numb and the phone slips from my grip and clatters to the ground. It's him. He found me.

“How did you find me?” He smiled, slow and unbothered. “Good afternoon to you too.” I crossed my arms. “Nikolas.” “It wasn’t hard,” he said lightly. “That’s not an answer.” He shrugged. “You’d be surprised how easy it is to find someone when you actually want to.” I narrowed my eyes. “You didn’t have my number. Or my address. Or anything.” “And yet,” he said, glancing around the street, “here I am.”

I burst into tears when I found nothing in my wallet. My savings... My money... Maia? I went back to my bed and looked for my phone. My hands are still shaking uncontrollably as I dialed Maia's digits but it can't be reached. No... What is happening? What is happening right now? Why can't I reach her? Where is she?

"Then we will keep it quiet. Just until you reach Zadok. He is eventually going to come back, Sandra. You know he would." I wanted to believe her. But a small terrified part of me wondered if he would see this as a trap, something that ruined everything he'd worked for. "Are you even sure? The test might be wrong." "I tried four different ones." The tears flowed freely now. "How about that?" I watched her battle with her own confused mind. "I would help you reach him," Maya said firmly. "We would find a way. I promise." I nodded, tears burning. "Thank you."

I sat at my terminal in Brooklyn Heights and I watched the geolocation pin sit, stationary, eighty feet from her front door. I had for the first time since Tuesday at 9:47 PM in November a problem the math could not, by itself, solve. I called Faraz.