John continued talking.

Reese and I remained physically frozen, our eyes locked. Neither of us breathing.

“Sarah?” John asked. “Are you still there? Do you understand what I’m telling you?”

I swallowed hard. “I understand. Thank you for letting me know.” Then I hung up.

I sucked air into my lungs, but when I spoke, the words came out as barely more than a whisper. “Where have you been?”

Reese didn’t answer my question. Instead he asked one of his own. “Who was on the phone?”

“John Riordan,” I said. “Carmine DaBruzzi is dead. Someone killed him.”

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