Friday night, maybe Saturday morning. The clock was too indistinct for Chris to make out in the dim glow of the hallway light as he struggled up out of sleep to answer the phone at his bedside.

"Larabee." probably work calling. God, he hoped it wasn't anything bad.

"Chris? Please tell me Vin is there with you." His mother's frantic voice sent fear straight into him.

"Mom - ?"

"Is he there?" she demanded.

"No – what – where is he? What's going on?"

"They found his car." Now it sounded like she was crying. "But we can't find him."

Then Chris heard the click of another call waiting, and he heard his cell phone ringing in the pocket of his jacket hanging on the closet doorknob.

And it began.