Warning Shot

Zara

My hands were still shaking when I dialed his number, standing in the small supply closet down the hall from my desk because I didn't trust my own face right now, didn't trust what my co-workers would see if they looked at me too closely. The phone rang twice before he picked up.

"Vance." His name came out cracked.

"I know," he said, before I could even say anything else. "I've seen it."

"You