"Where is he.""Safe. For now. That part's entirely up to you." Rourke's voice was easy, unhurried, like they were discussing dinner reservations instead of a fourteen-year-old boy. "You want to hear him?""Yes.""Ask nicely."Wes's jaw clenched so hard it ached. "Please.""See, that wasn't so hard."A shuffling sound. Then Sawyer's voice, thin and scared but steady in a way that broke something in Wes's chest."Wes? They took my notebook. I don't have my pens. I can't keep track of anything.""I'm coming, buddy. I promise.""You always say that.""I know. This time I mean it more than I've ever meant anything."There was a pause on the line, Sawyer's breathing audible and uneven, and for one terrible second Wes thought the connection had dropped entirely."There's a ship," Sawyer said suddenly, fast, like he was trying to get the words out before someone stopped him. "I can hear a ship. It makes a sound every few min"The line went dead on Sawyer's end, cut off mid-sentence, and Rour