Storyline
Jamie wakes up after a car accident, groggy and trapped in some creepy factory room. Her son? Gone. Panic mode engaged. Suddenly, this dude in a ski mask strolls in, drops a bomb: her husband’s apparently stolen millions from his boss, and now Jamie’s supposed to help track him down. Oh, and her husband’s supposedly a killer and a drug dealer. Jamie can’t wrap her head around it—her husband, a criminal mastermind? Yeah, right. But the masked guy’s not messing around. He’s got recordings from their own apartment and wants her to figure out how her husband passed secret messages to an accomplice. If she fails? Both her and her diabetic kid are toast in twelve hours. The clock’s ticking, the threats are real, and Jamie’s stuck between disbelief and desperation. Does she risk trusting her gut—or believe the worst about the man she thought she knew? Either way, she’s gotta do something, because giving up isn’t an option, not with her son’s life on the line.