immediately called Nana in Washington. Either she wasn’t there, or she was still mad at me and wasn’t picking up the phone. Damn it. Answer the phone, Nana.
I frantically called again, but there was still no answer. Pick up, pick up! Damn it - pick up the phone!Sweat had begun to coat my neck and forehead. This was my darkest nightmare, my worst fear come true. What could I do from out here?
I called Sampson and told him to rush over to my house, then get back to me immediately. He didn’t question me for a second.  ‘I’m sending a squad car now. It will be there in minutes. I’ll be right behind it. I’ll get back to you, Alex,’ he said.  I sat in the car and anxiously waited for Sampson’s call. My head was spinning with all kinds of terrible thoughts and images. There was nothing I could do - not for Jamilla, if she was in trouble; not for my own family back in Washington.
I thought about the Mastermind and the way he’d operated in the past. There were always dr............