Novel & Cerita 9-1-1 Eddie

Fumbling with my cell, I somehow manage to dial 9-1-1. "9-1-1 what's your emergency?" "HÉhÉhi, my name is Eden and I own A Whole Latte Love downtown. I'm at the back of the shop and the door is ajar." "Have you gone in?" "No, ma'am, I'm in my car." "That's good, I'm sending police to you. Are you hurt in anyway?" "No, I noticed it before I got out of the car. It's not even open that much. Maybe I should've gone in? It was probably stupid to call right?"

My phone buzzed on the counter. Eddy. **Eddy:** Any progress? **Me:** No. But I know who can help. The typing bubbles danced for a second. **Eddy:** Who?? **Me:** I can’t say yet. It’s dangerous. **Eddy:** Emily, come on. **Me:** I will. Just let me figure out what to do. **Eddy:** We need to call the police again. **Me:** They won’t help. He has people everywhere. Silence. Then:

"Fair enough, your mother and I are heading out for a couple of hours you'll be good here by yourself?" "Yep thank god I know the number to 911," he replies sarcastically "That's my boy" his dad walks away. Getting an idea Baz smiles waiting impatiently until his parents are gone. Sitting at their friend's house Damien and Eddie drink and smoke while playing video games. "What the fuck are you doing bro?! Are we staring at 2 different screens?" Damien yells at Eddie as they're playing their game "you're killing the wrong fucking people!!" Eddie trying his best to concentrate doesn't reply, as they're playing Damien's phone rings causing him to pause the game. Seeing Baz's name Damien hands t

Edgar glanced around. He had secretly dialled the Lebanese police's 999 emergency number before going out. He didn't say much, but if they heard a scream or the sound of a gun, they would know that Edgar was in trouble. He had also pressed the mute button, ensuring that all the criminals here had no idea Edgar had called the police. All that was left was to buy time for the police to arrive.

Patricia said and assured them things will be alright. "I think we need to visit the building once more". Mr. Richard said and immediately, Eddie's phone rang. "It's principal Fred". Eddie said showing them who the caller is. "Pick it". Mr. Richard said. Eddie picked it up and increased the volume so others could hear him. "Principal Fred". Eddie spoke first. "Hello Eddie, I think I find something about Devoe". Principal Fred said from his end which made the heroes silent for some minutes. "Eddie, are you there?". Principal Fred asked when he heard nothing from him.

Eddie joked. The corner of his mouth kicked up again. “That could be possible. I’m pushing Jackson and Dax to do everything they can to get you a hearing soon.” “Thanks. Well, I guess that’s it. It was good talking to you. Don’t be a stranger,” Eddie said and hung the phone up on the wall. He stood, indicating to the guard on duty that he was ready to leave. Bruce stood, too. He was a stalky, muscled SOB.

Her hands trembled as she dialled 911, her throat dry with fear. "Hello, I am Rebecca Jonas!" Rebecca said on the phone to the person, who asked about her situation. "Yes, I am fine! Actually," Rebecca paused when she noticed, peeking out of the window, that Edward was perching on the tree by her window because a branch from that tree was scratching Her window. He thought someone was throwing stones. She opened the window with her big doe eyes, shouting, "What are you doing on the tree?" "Hello, ma'am!" The person on the other end of the phone shouted.

Buzzed through the main entrance, I climbed a narrow staircase to the third floor, weaving past stacks of files and boxes of court documents piled in every available corner. Eddie was already on the phone when I entered. He waved me toward a chair without pausing his conversation. I had to shift two thick files before I could sit. He looked to be in his late fifties, though he was probably younger. On television, he always reminded me of a bulldog—compact, heavy-jawed, with a rolling gait and a tendency to bare his teeth when speaking. When I mentioned Bobby’s name, his expression dimmed. Clearly, he’d been hoping for something more lucrative—medical negligence, perhaps. He spun his chair an

"She is the mother of my son. She carried him for nine grueling months, endured a C-section's torment, and labored through hours of pain to deliver him." He turned to Tessa, his gaze pure scrutiny. "You claim altruism, but a standard dispatcher, spotting a neighbor's plea, adheres to protocol. Why are you so persistent, even following us here in the dead of night? And how do you know so much about our family? You mentioned Irene having dark thoughts. That's something I didn't even know. How is a neighbor so in the loop?" Tessa's face drained of color. "I just heard it from the residents."

Detective Edward's POV, When I returned back to the safe house that night. I knew something was wrong the minute I pulled up. I had six officers watching that house around the clock at all times. Tonight it was dark and too quiet. I shut the lights off of the car and grabbed a flashlight. I got out and as quiet as I could I closed the car door and started to head towards the house. I wanted to call for back up, but the radio was too loud. I pulled out my cell phone and called nine one one. I then sat the phone down and just prayed they would send help. As I moved closer to the house. That's when I tripped over the first body.