Zane's phone buzzed in his pocket immediately he attempted to step out of the house. He took out the phone, on the screen was a strange number.He stared at the screen for a short while, knowing nothing good comes from a strange number wanting a live call especially when Tara had just been taken.He swiped the screen to the right, picking up the call.Zane narrowed his eyes to the screen.The background of the room was lavish. A dinning hall. Fine wall painting, sleek table and bright light. A young girl of about twelve years of age sat at the head of the table, a place of chicken soup in her front. Tears still clung to her eyes even though they'd stopped rolling down.She was eating the food, slowly. Hesitantly. Obviously threatened to consume it.The young girl looks familiar. Zane didn't remember where he'd seen her face. He inched the phone closer to her face, narrowing his eyes for recognition. At the same moment, the screen shifted to the face of Alexander Blackthorn. His co