Leighton Meester

“Damn it, Deb, pick up” Mike said agitated.
Debra’s phone was lying on the washing table, buzzing, but the streaming water in the shower drowned the sound out. Debra wasn’t planning on getting ready any time soon. She swore she could still feel the earth on her skin.
“She’s not picking up” Mike said nervous. “I’m going to go there”
“To do what?” Ryan protested. “Emma and Joe are shot. They need medical attention. They know they won’t get that from Parker”
Debra stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her hair. A second one she wrapped around her body....

Joe put Claire down on a chair and placed a cell phone in her tied hands.
“What’s that?” Claire asked looking at the phone as if it were a cursed object.
“That, my dear Claire”, Joe explained, charismatic as ever “is a way of getting in contact with Ryan. See, you’re going to give him a call and tell him he needs to come and rescue you”
Claire looked up from the phone to her former husband. “No,” she replied.
“Excuse me?” Joe was certain he’d heard her wrong.
“I said no!” Claire repeated loudly as she raised from her chair. “I’m not putting Ryan’s life on...