The only reason Joslyn would be contacting her would be because something was dangerously wrong.“What did she say?” Liam’s eyes were still hollow and his face gaunt. She’d known he’d been fighting his anxiety and hallucinations as soon as she looked back and saw him stumble. All she’d been able to think of was to get him under cover and find some way to help him.“She left a phone number for me to call.”“Don’t use your phone. I have a burner.” Liam hesitated, as if gathering his thoughts. “It’s in my laptop case.” He twisted around to grab it from the backseat and handed it to her. He was recovering quickly, but he still looked haunted.She called the number Joslyn had given. It rang once, twice, three times. Then Joslyn’s timid voice. “Hello?”“Joslyn, it’s Elisabeth.”“Thank You, God.” Joslyn sobbed once, then Elisabeth heard her inhale. “I was praying you’d get my message quickly.”Elisabeth wasn’t sure what God had to do with it, but this wasn’t the time for that question.
