Anna stared at the door, unable to speak.
Michael laughed softly.

“I wanted you to find those messages,” he said.
Her phone suddenly rang. The caller ID read DAVID.

She answered.
A man's trembling voice whispered, “Anna, run. Michael knows where I am.”
Then the line went dead.

Michael stopped knocking.
Instead, he whispered:
“Too late. He just told you where he is.”