The girl huffed in frustration as her regular phone rang, interrupting the conversation on the first one. The first phone that only had one private line.

“Okay, mom, I’m coming.” She hung up and returned it back to its secret pocket inside her jacket, then flipped open the second phone.

“Hello?” she growled through gritted teeth, hands white-knuckled on the Jeep’s steering wheel, jostling around as the vehicle rumbled through the dense foliage.

“What—what are you doing?” Haley’s voice crackled through the receiver, full of frustrated bewilderment and bordering craze.

“I can’t explain,” she yelled back. “It’s complicated!”

A few lost, dry breaths on the other end, as if he was trying to find words. She took a breath.

“Haley, listen to me. My name’s not Violet Williams. It’s Winter Shields, and I’m an agent-in-training for the criminal organization Lá Pretni. My mom’s a top agent there, and she’s been trying to get to your dad. Interpol, right?”

”...Um.”

“Yeah, um.”