I pulled it out, the screen glowing brightly in the dark room.

The caller ID showed the same unknown number.

I swiped the screen to answer and pressed the phone to my ear.

“You should have listened to me,” the whisper said.

“Who is this?” I demanded, my grip tightening on the receiver.

The line went dead with a sharp, static click.

I stared at the black screen, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“The side door,” Daniel said, his voice tense as he lunged toward the narrow exit behind the workbench.

He threw his shoulder against the wood, but the heavy bolt was thrown from the outside.

“We’re locked in from both sides,” he muttered, wiping grease from his forehead with the back of his sleeve.

Claire stood near the center of the room, her face pale under the bare, swinging bulb.

The singed paper lay at her feet, the smell of burnt wood clinging to the cold air of the carriage house.

“This wasn’t part of the plan,” Claire whispered, her hands shaking as she clutched her wool coat to her chest.