Òyì nke e mepụtara

Private! The voicemail was in Dutch. That was the first problem. Detective Elise Carter stared at her phone screen like it had personally offended her, the playback still running—a rapid, guttural stream of syllables that might as well have been alien code. She’d gotten wrong numbers before, sure, but this was different. The caller ID showed *her own number*, “haar eigen nummer“ timestamped three minutes into the future.