9-1-1 Eddie Novels & Stories

After Jacob's reminder, I saw the message Edgar had sent. 303: "Everyone in this building is gonna die tonight!" 603: "What the hell is happening downstairs?" 304: "Wait, wasn't the guy in 303 already… dead?" 401: "Seriously, who's using his phone to pull a prank? This isn't funny." Apartment 303 was Edgar's unit, and the message was coming from his WhatsApp account. The other residents were buzzing about it, but no one seemed to take that line seriously. The building was six stories tall, with four units per floor, and it wasn't fully occupied. I shot Jacob a text. "Who took Edgar's phone after he died?"

he said. “Hey, Eddie,” Moose replied. He introduced me to the new arrival, Eddie LaGuardia, late of the NYPD vice squad, now a member of Richard’s crew of ex-cops. “You know what the drill is, Eddie?” I asked. He nodded. “Richard briefed me,” he said. “You ready to go?” “Yeah, pull your car in that parking space there,” I said. “Then you can go find security and tell them what we found under this car here.”

Leonard was just driving back from the airport to his villa when he heard his phone chimed. He ignored it thinking it might be Min Ho whom he just accompanied to the airport. Now that Min Ho is gone, it is now time for him to carry out his devious plan to get Eddie to work with him. After finding out her real identity, no one knew while he want her to be his assistant just for a month when he’s sure they might probably not meet again in this life. He heard his phone ring and was surprised when he saw that the caller was the person he was thinking about. He answered the call, putting the phone on loud speaker. The caller was silent for some seconds before muttering some words.

"I’m gonna keep fucking him, Eden... I’m gonna keep screaming his name until my throat runs dry!" Chills move through my body as I listen to the chilling recording of myself. How on earth is he doing this? He starts typing again, his fingers moving fast as hell on the screen. Then he holds the phone to his ear. I hear a few beeping sounds before the line connects. My heart lurches with a bone-chilling fear. "911, what’s your emergency?" a scratchy voice comes through the speaker. Eden looks at me, his eyes filled with a terrifying kind of calmness.

the man said. "It's fine. Just keep talking," she advised. "So after he noticed that there were three people in the car, especially when he heard you cry, he called 911 and pretended to them as though he had seen the accident happen and he was helping," the man said. "So you mean all this happened that day? But how do I prove what you are saying?" Tracy asked. "I'm glad you asked because I was just about to mention that. Eddy is powerful and has a lot of connections. Just mere talk can not put him behind bars,"