It had been Monica on the other end of the line, no question about it. And her shaky, faltering voice had twisted his gut into knots. Yet some positives had come out of the call, he acknowledged, forcing the left side of his brain to engage. For one thing, they had confirmation she was alive. For another, she’d packed a lot of information into the brief exchange with her father. A few of her comments had struck him as odd, and he suspected she’d been trying to send a message. “Did anyone get anything out of the call that could help us find my daughter?” David’s taut question pulled him back to the conversation. “We need to hear it again. Bob, we’d like a transcript and a recording ASAP,” Les responded. “Our technicians are already working on that. We should have it to you in minutes. Any initial thoughts?” “The sound was pretty garbled. I suspect the call was piggybacked through a couple of cell phones, as we expected.” Mark doodled on a pad of paper in front of him, his expression pensive.
