Vivian turned her back to the room for a brief moment, thrown off her game. It didn't take a genius to recognize a voice modulator - anyone with a TV and spare time to watch kidnapping movies would know how they worked - but it was interesting that anyone would take the trouble. It would've been so much easier not to contact them.
"How did you get this number?" she asked, trying to keep her voice even, not to show emotion. To deflect. At the same time, a fingertip flicked one of the techies over the neck, under the ear, where the skin was fragile and weak. "Trace it," she mouthed and indicated for everyone to be very, very quiet.
The phone lines connected and the system was set up that not only could landlines be traced, but cellphones too. It gave her comfort to know she was prepared, no matter how impossible this all seemed.
"Who are you?" came the question, redundant and useless. Asking a man who, for all intents and purposes was masked, to reveal his identity? A little stupid. A little bit codespeak for one of the techies to start recording. She had a feeling this was a conversation she'd want to review.