The rental car sped up, merging into the heavy traffic.

I looked in the rearview mirror, watching the silhouette of the mountains disappear.

I had to get to the safe house.

I had to analyze the recording.

And I had to find a way to get my daughter back before they broke her completely.

I turned off the highway onto a cracked asphalt road.

The warehouses on either side were dark.

I pulled up to a chain-link gate with a rusty lock.

I pressed the remote transmitter hidden under my dashboard.

The gate swung open slowly.

I drove through and parked in the shadows.

I took my duffel bag and walked to the metal side door.

I punched in the twelve-digit security code.

The lock clicked.

I stepped into the dark room.

The smell of dust and electronic equipment greeted me.

I flipped a switch, and a bank of monitors flickered to life.

The screens glowed with blue light, illuminating the concrete walls.

I plugged my phone into the main terminal.

The audio file of Grant and Vanessa began to process.

I sat down in the steel chair.