Samuel's breath caught in his throat as Timmy's words sank in. They were nearby. His eyes darted around the dimly lit construction site, scanning the shadows for any sign of movement. The eerie silence pressed down on him, amplifying every fear and thought running through his head.
"Timmy," Samuel's voice was tight with tension, "I'm at the construction site. Zinnia's phone is here, but she's not. Someone's messing with me. Can you track my location and send help?"
"I'm on it," Timmy replied, the sound of rapid typing coming through the phone. "Stay on the line. I'll get backup to your location as soon as possible."
But Samuel couldn't just stand still and wait. Every second felt like an eternity, and the thought of Zinnia being somewhere—possibly hurt—filled him with a dread he couldn't shake. He couldn't be passive. He had to act.
