I woke up in our Thailand hotel and discovered my husband and his family had disappeared. They took my phone, stole my passport, and even canceled my flight home. The only thing my husband left behind was a note: “You’re on your own. Figure it out.”

“Can I use a hotel phone for an international call?”

The receptionist pushed a handset toward me.

I dialed.

Martin answered on the fourth ring.

“Hello?”

“Martin. It’s Nora Vance.”

A pause.

“Nora?”

I looked at Evelyn’s note in my hand.

Then I said the phrase I had hoped never to need.

“Blue Lantern.”

Everything about Martin’s voice changed.

The sleepiness disappeared.

“Do not explain the full story yet. First, tell me exactly where you are.”

“The Regent Bay Resort in Phuket. Suite 412.”

I heard rapid typing.

“Are you in immediate danger?”

“No.”

“Who is with you?”

“No one. Julian left with his mother and Maya four hours ago. He took my phone and passport. My return flight was canceled yesterday.”

Martin stopped typing for a moment.

“Did you authorize Maya to leave without you?”

“No.”

“Did you give Julian permission to take your passport or phone?”