The police had just finished taking his statement when he heard the sound of his phone. It was faint and he couldn’t place it at first, but then it rang again and he stood to his feet, tearing the couch cushions from the couch and searching underneath it. If that was a goddamned ransom demand, and he missed the call, they might hurt his kid and then he would have to hunt them down and kill them.

He reached underneath the couch as far as his arm would let him and his fingers closed around the phone as it stopped ringing. He pulled it out and looked at the screen....