The attachment was a video file.
He pressed play, dread coiling in his gut.
The footage was shaky, filmed in the same dim, concrete room as the video Levi had received. Lily was still there, still crying. But the man in the balaclava was gone.
The thing that made this voice different was that it had clear audio playing over it.
The sound of a woman pleading.
Ken immediately recognized the voice when he heard it. He stiffened in shock and was immediately transported back over thirty years ago when he had learned of Maeve's disappearance.
"Please don't hurt my baby, Ophelia."
Ken listened as Mave's voice cried, begging not for her own life but for the life of her baby.
Their baby.
"What is this?" Bella whispered, peering over his shoulder to get a better look.
"Ophelia is playing psychological warfare," Ken said, his voice hollow. "The sound is from years ago. She wants to break me down so that I can be a blubbering mess who will be of no help to Lyse."
