The phone rang. Sutton picked it up.
"Hello?"
A garbled, distorted voice came on the line.
"Tell your wife that I haven't forgotten Laine."
There was a click, and the line was dead. Sutton was slightly spooked, and shivered slightly before calling for Lisa.
"LISA!"
"What is it Sutton? My goodness, you don't have to yell; I'm only upstairs."
"Honey, I just got a very strange phone call."
"Well, what kind of a 'strange' phone call?"
"The voice was strange, and they said something about a lane. They hadn't forgotten a lane. Do you think they're talking about Plum Lane? That's the closest lane."
Lisa's blood froze in her veins. She became flustered, but managed to stutter out, "But what on earth are they talking about?"
"I have no clue. No idea at all…" Sutton trailed off and climbed upstairs to check on Elli.
Lisa waited until he was safely in Elli's room, then ran to the phone and dialed star six nine. She heard the recording say, "The number of your last incoming call was seven eight seven two five five six six nine one."
If Lisa's blood had been cold before, it was nothing compared to how icy it was now. That was a number she had stored in her brain at age 9. That was a number she was so familiar with, she could have dialed it in her sleep. Her best friend's number. Liz's number.