I remembered that back home, in the emergency drawer under the kitchen counter, I’d left a spare set of brass garage keys next to the map of the main fuse box.

No one but me and Trevor knew those keys were in that drawer.

I refreshed the camera app twice, but the garage view stayed dark and dead.

At twenty to midnight Munich time, my phone buzzed hard across the wooden desk.

The caller ID said it was our home mobile.

“Sadie?” I said, jumping to my feet.

The sound on the line was thin and scratchy, with a sharp whistle of wind behind it.

“Mom,” Sadie breathed.