" You have until midnight to get here,” someone whispers, low and growly. It’s a man, but he’s purposely distorting his voice. “If you call the cops, she dies.”

“What do you want from us?” I ask. “Why are you doing this?”

The phone disconnects, leaving a silence as still as death.

If you call the cops, she dies. “And if I don’t call the cops, we probably both die,” I mutter. “This is too much for me. "

― Paula Stokes , Liars, Inc.