Jayvaughn's sharp gaze remained fixed on Brisa, his expression unreadable as always, though there was still a subtle gentleness in the way he carried himself. Brisa, encouraged by that softness, lifted her chin slightly and said, "I have a phone number I call whenever I want to talk to the boss—or when they want to talk to me. I can give you that number after you get me out of here."
Jayvaughn didn't immediately respond. He stayed quiet, his mind running through every detail. They already had Brisa's phone. They had already traced that very number, only to find it led nowhere. The last signal they had tracked had placed the phone right in the middle of the ocean, which meant the person on the other end had destroyed or discarded it the moment they realized Brisa had been captured.
