Sienna Johnson forced herself to calm down. Biting her fingertips, she wracked her brain, trying to remember Adrian Desmond's cell phone password. She recalled using his phone once. The password was... the password was...
Remember, remember! she urged herself.
His birthday? *Error!*
My birthday? *Incorrect!*
Curly's birthday? *Incorrect!*
"'520'—I love you?" *Error!*
"Damn it!" Unable to guess, Sienna smashed Adrian's phone. Then she saw another man lying on the ground nearby. Casting aside her fear, she searched his pockets and, luckily, found a cellphone.
Please don't have a password! Sienna prayed.
Sienna turned on the phone; thankfully, it didn't have a password. She first called Emergency Medical Services (120), then the police (110).
