As Zack and I speed down the highway, heading towards a safer location, I dial Chris's number. The phone rings a few times before he picks up.
"Kattie, what's going on?"
Chris asks, concern evident in his voice.
"Chris, something really weird just happened."
I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"What's going on? My guys spotted you and Zack driving out in a hurry."
"Someone sent me lunch to the salon, but it wasn't from Zack. He checked it out and thinks it might be poisoned. We had to leave immediately."
There's a brief pause before Chris responds, his tone serious.
"Are you okay? Where are you now?"
"We're on the highway, heading home."
I reply.
"Zack's driving. He thinks someone might be watching me."
"Alright, listen to Zack and stay vigilant. Don't take any chances."
Chris advises.
"I'll have some people look into this and see if we can trace where that food came from. In the meantime, stay safe and keep me updated."
"Will do, Chris. Thank you."
