![]() ![]() The urge to throw down her headset and dash out the door was fierce. Something horrible had happened, and she couldn’t understand a word of it. And the phone number belonged to her babysitter, Diana Mosher, who was definitely not the person on the phone. The house she had lived in for the past two years with Mikey, her nephew who was now three years old. The kind of place people would drive by without a second glance. The paint was peeling in places, and there were some shingles missing. It belonged to an old, slightly creaky farmhouse on the edge of town. She might not have recognized the voice on the other end of the phone, but she knew the address that flashed across one of the three computer monitors at her station. She glanced down at the screen nearest her and felt her world tilt. Elise didn’t quite recognize the voice, although there was something familiar about it. She was yelling in Pennsylvania Dutch, the language spoken by the Amish community. And worse, she couldn’t understand a word the woman was saying. The woman on the other end of the phone was shouting, the sound deafeningly loud. ![]() What’s your emergency? was swallowed up in the intensity of the noise that blasted back at her. ![]() Clair glanced at the lights running the length of the ceiling as she pressed the button to answer the next call. Immediately, heavy sheets of rain pelted the glass. The lights flickered as thunder boomed, rattling the windows. ![]()
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