Write about a phone call you recently received.
"Ms. Young? Are you still there? Are you still with us?"
His voice was rough but otherwise pleasant, but I knew what he wanted and he wasn't going to get it. He'd have to kill me first. I shuddered. He just might kill me.
"As I've told you before, Mr. Dude Who Won't Tell Me His Name, I don't know where my client is. She gave me two months' worth of work and then disappeared," I lied.
I was in the middle of packing my suitcase when he called. I didn't answer the first time, so he called six more times until I picked up.
"Is that why you had an 18 minute phone call with a phone number associated with her?" He asked.
I froze. Shit. Think fast, Vanessa.
"First of all, how the fuck would you know that? Second of all, I was on the phone with her wife, who is looking for her too," I said. "You know what? This conversation is over and if you continue to harass me I will go to the police."
The man chuckled. "You and I both know you won't do that. Ms. Young-"
I hung up, blocked the number and finish packing. I ran around the apartment looking for anything I might have missed, then locked up and got the hell out of the city.
My family was meeting me at the undisclosed location for a rendezvous. If everything went according to plan, everyone should get out this safely, more or less.
Please, God, let us get out of this safely.