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Andrea’s phone buzzes again and she sees a message from an unknown number. She reads the message once and then again: Do you need some help, Felicity? She looks behind her at the Bugatti and tries to see through the tinted windows. Andrew is the only person who ever calls her Felicity, but she blocked his number. She looks back at the car—soggy cigarette butts litter the ground outside the driver’s window. Has Andrew really waited for me this whole time? she wonders. I can’t trust him, but he’s the only person with a car near here, and I can’t afford to lose any more time. Going with him is dangerous, but Leonie and Fiona will make sure that the Hamiltons know where I am. Hopefully, Lance will rescue me before too long. Andrea chews her lip and looks between the car and Leonie. Leonie