LOS ANGELES — I was driving home on the 110 Freeway when the music on the radio was interrupted by a phone call. The number displayed on my dashboard was (111) 111-1111 — an obvious fake. I should have let it go straight to voicemail, but for some reason I answered.
"Dad, you have to help me!" a young and nearly hysterical voice said. "Please, help me!"
It didn't sound like either of my sons, but the caller was so upset, I couldn't be sure. "Who is this?" I asked.
