“Elllerrr,” Mercy slurred, and the rest of the girls giggled. “What?” she asked, seemingly annoyed at the phone call already. “We’re stuck. Please come get us, Daddy.” They all burst out in laughter again, and Harvey’s grunt came through the speaker with silence. “It’s not my fault you’re idiots. Call someone else.” She groaned in frustration, but just as it seemed she was about to hang up, Trixie cut in from beside her. “Nia’s with us.” There was a long pause on the other end, and then a small exhale. “I’ll call you when I’m above the ledge.”
