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Nothing.
Not one damn bar.
I step outside.
Still nothing.
That's not right.
The ranch usually has decent coverage.
I try anyway.
Her number.
Nothing.
I try again.
Same result.
My stomach tightens.
I dial The Watering Hole's landline instead.
It rings.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Come on, Princess...
Answer.
The fourth ring cuts off.
Somebody picked up.
“Sloane?”
Silence.
Then—they hang up.
The office phone inside the cryo building starts ringing.
Loud.
Urgent.
Wrong.
Every instinct I own wakes up at once.
I don't think.
