"My dad," I said, my voice trembling, my eyes still fixed on the screen as I spoke. The call ended, only to start ringing again almost immediately.
I answered this time, lifting the phone to my ear with an unsteady hand.
"Are you kidding me, Jean, where are you?" my father demanded the second the call connected.
That was when I knew they were really home.
Before I could even respond, I heard Harris's voice, my bodyguard, from the other side. "Sir, we found his location," he said, his tone tense even through the phone.
My heart slammed against my chest as I got off the bed immediately.
"And why the hell are you still standing there telling me that?!" my father shouted. "You useless bunch of people! I'm counting to five, and when I open my eyes, he better be standing here!"
"I can't believe he's out there alone when someone is literally after me!" my mother's voice came from somewhere nearby.
