I needed to see if they were calling the state police, or if the local dispatcher had sent someone else.

I tried to refresh the page, but the spinning wheel on the screen just turned and turned.

The single bar of signal blinked, then disappeared entirely.

*No Service.*

I bit my lip to keep from crying out in frustration.

Outside the door, the floorboards creaked.

“Did you hear that?” Harris asked suddenly.

The kitchen went completely silent, save for the rain drumming against the roof.

“Hear what?” Julian asked.

“A vibration,” Harris said.

“Like a phone.”

My heart stopped.

I clutched the phone tightly against my chest, wishing I could disappear into the drywall.

“You’re paranoid, Harris,” Julian said.

“Her phone is in the drawer in my office. I took it hours ago.”

“She might have a backup,” Harris said.

“She’s smarter than you think.”

I heard footsteps moving closer to the pantry door.

The heavy tread of Harris’s boots stopped right outside the thin wood.

“I’m going to check on her,” Harris said.

“No, don’t open that door,” Julian warned.