Nat POV

"Nat, are you sure it was her?"

"Do you think I wouldn't know her voice, David?" I snapped back angrily. I narrowed my eyes and the guys around me shuffled a little further away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Christa with Quassim. Both shot me uneasy smiles before putting their heads together to whisper some more. I met Christa's gaze at a side-glance, and I just knew they were talking about the phone call and me.

"Look, you guys. I'm telling you what I heard, and this isn't some cheap trick. Rosalina was on the other end of the phone!"

"And that's good news. It means she's not – Well, it means her kidnappers aren't hurting her too much." Cooper reworded his sentence after seeing the pain flash across my face. If she was dead…I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes.

She's not. She's okay. I kept mumbling those words, letting them settle in my mind. Rosalina was safe. She was fine. An elastic seemed to snap back into place, and my eyes flew open. Cooper let out a yelp as I gripped his arm a little too tightly.

"There's something else I have to tell you guys." I pulled everyone closer, before straightening up and looking around the room. On the opposite wall, Markson and Deagan were grinning. Deagan tipped his hat and Markson lit a cigarette. I narrowed my eyes before turning around; ready to explain exactly why the policemen weren't doing anything to save Rosalina.

Maya POV

"Lisa, Lianna, did you catch anything else?" Lianna shook her head quickly, but seeing the look on my face she hurried over to the TV recorder again.

"No, the Naked Brothers Band got a lot of publicity, but none of it was particularly bad…except this guy. He's always really nasty towards them, except he hasn't reported anything since a year before Rosalina left their band."

Lisa piped up next to her, pulling out the pair of headphones she had. "I've gone through all of Rosalina's undeleted messages, and each anonymous number is the same voice: It sounds like it was using a vocal chord mixer, these messages don't sound like normal people." I nodded and swiveled my chair to face Cati.

"What about her text messages? Anything?" Cati had balls of crumpled paper everywhere, and was still printing sheets worth of text messages.

"Maya, these messages go all the way back to three months before she left the Naked Brothers Band. Almost all of them are from anonymous numbers, and you can't text any of them back." She showed me a freshly printed sheet.

"And then there's these messages… They're all from the same number, I've tried texting it, but it must be a landline because the texts won't go through."

"Wait, Cati. What's your landline number?"

"617-635-7345"

"617…That's Boston's area code! The landline is in the city!" Trina flipped open her laptop.

"We can use the reverse phone lookup to find the address." We huddled around the screen and held our breath.

"There!" I shrieked, pointing at the address. "That's not even half an hour away from our venue earlier!" Trina frowned, and typed the address into Google.

"Yeah, but…it's a set of abandoned warehouses. There's about twenty of them here, where the landline should be…and if it's abandoned there shouldn't even be electricity for any of them. How is the landline working?"

"I know that set of warehouses. I actually lived a few blocks away, in an old apartment near there. When the warehouses were closed down, they removed any power lines for the back ten warehouses." Lisa took a spare piece of paper and began sketching boxes. "There shouldn't be any type of electricity back there, but they never got around to removing other lines, because two weeks later, around these five, a warehouse had caught fire, and so they are almost completely burned down. It would make any kind of headquarters impossible to live in, because all five of them are nothing but ash, and three more are so charred that anyone walking through the door would be impaled by scorched metal." She finished sketching and spun it around to show us. Trina was a little slack-jawed, and Lianna was speechless, but Cati was already rolling with it.

"So you're saying, these two warehouses…" Lisa nodded.

"The ideal place for keeping someone hidden."

I started pacing, my thumb already on speed dial. I had already made up my mind, and when I looked up, I knew the rest of the girls were with me.

"Maya, we can't call the police. They're required to hand over all evidence to the officers working on the case, and I just don't trust anything those two officers say. They're creepy."

"Right. But I wasn't thinking about calling the police." Cati nodded, but her face was still worried.

"Maya, he's all the way in Tennessee, it'll be hours. What if… Well, Rosalina might not have that much time."

"Well, it'll only be about a half hour longer, because I called him as soon as we started this project. But if we're right, this will be a one shot thing. If we break in too soon, they'll escape before he gets here, and if we break in too late…"

"We go now. We're not leaving Rosalina alone another minute. We'll find her, and we'll lead him to them, and we'll end this once and for all." We all nodded at each other, jaws set and eyes fierce.

"Ladies, let's bring our bassist back."

Nat POV

"What happens if we never leave?"

"If these psychos are the same ones who kidnapped Rosalina, what's going to stop them from doing anything?"

"You guys, what if they can keep us here forever?!"

"TRAPPED, WE'RE TRAPPED, OH SWEET AND HOLY BEINGS GET US OUT OF HERE!" Alex rattled the cell even more, before finally giving up with a swift kick at the door. He slid down to the floor and I felt worse than I had this whole trip.

"Alex, we're going to be okay. Dad's going to fix this." He just shook his head miserably, keeping his head buried in his hands.

"Dad can't fix everything, Nat." Alex crossed some sort of barrier; the kind of crossing that only happens when you grow out of superhero parents and learn that everyone around you is just human. I swallowed down the lump in my throat, and leaned in to hug my brother.

"I'm sorry, Alex. I don't know how we got in this mess, but we'll get out of it, and be ten times stronger for it." I saw his lips move against his hands, and he mumbled to me quietly, "We haven't been strong for a really long time, Nat. Not since Rosalina."

Taking the time to look around the cell, I met the faces of my band. Here we were, stuck in a cell that was too small for all of us to fit together, and there wasn't a minute of self-pity. Whispers of her name and her possible whereabouts were the things that kept us going, and I knew I wasn't imagining Quassim's expression of relief when I told him I'd heard Rosalina's voice.

Thomas and David were in the corner, glaring at Deagan, and he, back at them. They had scheming looks on their faces and when their mouths moved, vowing to enact revenge, I could hear their angered mutterings: "We'll get back at them, just wait; we'll do it for Rosalina."

Christa had found a place on the other side of Alex, settling on the floor quietly. But I could tell how she was fidgeting she was just as uneasy, and just as worried. Her eyes locked with mine, and she formed the words I couldn't.

"Alex," she hugged him gently, "I know I'm not Rosalina, but I still love you guys. And these past few weeks, I've gotten to know her really well. I understand that you miss her, and that she'll always be a part of your band." Her hand took his and squeezed it tightly, but her eyes never strayed from mine.

"But while the rest of you saw a drunken high school girl who lost her way, I saw the same person who would have changed the world for you guys. Whatever's happening out there, she's strong. And I have no doubt that she's all right. Because girls like Rosalina, they don't ever give up on their friends, not even if she's states and states away.

"We can't do anything from this cell, but your dad and Jessie and the Star Rockers are probably out there, tearing apart Boston. They know how much Rosalina means to you, and how much you mean to her, and there's nothing in this world that can change that." With a sudden start, I remembered all of the times Rosalina and Alex hung out together: Them waiting for my piano lessons to be over, them waiting in the car when I forgot my backpack, Rosalina helping him with homework while the rest of us were fooling around, Rosalina always packing an extra lunch because he frequently forgot his, Rosalina always keeping a helmet in her car because he'd bring a skateboard and forget his own on his bed.

I had been so wrapped up in my pain from Rosalina leaving, that I hadn't even thought about the relationship her and Alex had. He had loved Jessie, but he looked up to her more than anything as a kid, at least, until his girls-are-gross phase in second grade.

"I know Rosalina's strong, it's just that… Well, I still don't want anything to happen to her. And I want things to be good again, between everyone." He gave me a pointed look and Christa cleared her throat, stepping away to talk to Quassim.

"Don't worry Alex. As soon as these people are arrested, and Rosalina's back, I'll make everything right again. I'll make up for everything, I promise."

"Everything, Nat? We might be in terrible danger, but don't forget the intervention. There are other things that need be fixed, too."

Maya POV

A news reporter van was parked in front of the second warehouse. Two men guarded the doors to the first, and the cackling of walkie-talkies was loud enough from these empty trash bins, that I fought the urge to cover my ears.

"Which one do you think it is," Cati texted me. "We can't break into both, if we choose wrong, they'll have enough time to get away." My phone lit up with several new messages.

"I think it's the first, why would people be guarding that door if she wasn't in there?" Lisa must have sent the text to everyone, because Trina retorted quickly.

"The van could be their quick getaway. They'd want it closer in case they need to escape before someone catches them. I say she's in the second warehouse."

"Did you guys see the phone line? It's attached to the box of the first building, that has to be where the phone calls are being made."

"Are the men even guarding a door? From my position it looks like a window and a wall, nothing they could enter in." I stopped myself from replying. Lianna's observation made everything very odd.

"Lisa," I whispered, "Is there any side doors or alleyways between these warehouses?"

"Yes, of course. We're in the left alleyway right now. Between the first and second warehouse is the right alleyway, and there are small maintenance doors that open into each alley. Most of the doors go into closet spaces or empty janitor areas."

"Which almost always are small and closed off, without windows or anything to escape from…and if there are people right outside those doors, then a captive person would be crazy to leave the way they were forced in."

"That's it then ladies. The alleyway is position perfectly for a quick getaway in the van, and the men guarding a window and a wall can side tackle anyone from trying to escape."

"Or break in, Maya. Don't forget what we're doing. How far away is he?"

"Fifteen minutes, tops. He'll be here soon, we just have to make sure no one tries to leave."

"And how, exactly, are we going to do that?"

"Don't worry girls, here's the plan."