Bartholomew cleared his throat suggestively and said, “Give your father to me. I know that he contacts you anonymously. All you need to do is follow my instructions so we can tag his location."

Kara didn’t know how Bartholomew could possibly know that, but she didn’t care. It was true that, despite how she never replied, her father would call occasionally ever month or so to ask how she was.

Though his calls were always from a restricted number, and always very short, she would listen in silence as he apologized, and begged her to join him, and that if she agreed he would come get her because it wasn’t safe for him to tell her his location, in case she was questioned by the police.

In any case, though Kara had barely...

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