The car rattled, protesting every bump in the road, but Andrew gripped the wheel with both hands, leaning forward like it would somehow help close the distance. He grabbed his phone and dialed 911. “911, what’s your emergency?”
“This is—my name’s Andrew. I think two girls just left my café with a man who shouldn’t have them. They left me a $9.11 tip. One of them stared at me while adding it. It felt like a signal. Now they’re in a black SUV—he’s taking them somewhere.”