My phone buzzes insistently in the darkness, shattering the peaceful silence of the rooftop where I'd been enjoying the night air. Unknown number. Strangers aren't supposed to have this number.

I consider dropping the phone twenty stories to the pavement below. It would be comprehensively destroyed. But curiosity gets the better of me.

"Hello?"

A pause, then a voice I barely recognize. "Parker? It's Josie. From Boston?"

Josie. From the Boost Job. I haven't heard from her since we helped her disappear. "What do you need?" I ask, checking the time - nearly 3 AM on the East Coast.

The kid takes a shaky breath and the words tumble out. "A friend just called me and she just got away from this camp out by Seattle someplace? And there's a bunch of kids and she says it's real sketchy and she's at a gas station somewhere but she doesn't know what to do and they're gonna find her and—"

I stare north, as if I could see all the way to the Canadian border. This isn't a job. Isn't worth waking anyone up for. It's a favor for a friend. I can be there and back before morning.

"Where is she?" I ask, already calculating routes in my mind.