That was the last time Eliot saw her.
Until now.
The Unknown Number vibrated again.
6:17 p.m.
This time, a message appeared.
"I'm in the city."
His chest tightened. Seven years collapsed into a single breath.
He replied with shaking fingers:
"Where?"
Three dots appeared.
Then disappeared.
An hour later, another message:
"Same place you stopped being honest."
Eliot knew exactly where.