Finding Frankie Henry Hotline Novels & Stories

Drrrtt Drrrtt Henry's cell phone, which was in his pocket, vibrated, and immediately startled him. Immediately, Henry took his cell phone from his trouser pocket. Bri, his friend who helps Henry look after Louisa calls him. Panic was instantly apparent on Henry's face. Immediately, he distanced himself from the funeral crowd there. Henry also picked up the call there. "Yes, Bri? What is it? What happened? Is everything okay? Louisa...” Henry asked Bri a lot of questions as soon as he picked up the call there.

This phone was given by Henry, so no one knew of her phone number. ‘Who called her?’ Henry took a seat at the dressing table—his dark eyes looked cold. The makeup artist consciously went over and fixed Henry's hairstyle. Monique looked at a series of unknown numbers. She did not know who the caller was. She pressed the answer key and said, “Hello.” Then she heard a series of sentences from the other end. “No, thanks!” Monique hung up the phone and shrugged. “It was just an advertising call!” Henry frowned. ‘Which company was that? I’m gonna make them go bankrupt!’

“Good thing they got a mobile phone last year. I delete phone calls and texts from my history as I go... but I’m hoping no one called my phone.” “No one in the family did. You and Sebastian told us many times not to call your phones if we ever hear one of you got captured.” She put the call on speakerphone while it rang. “FRANK! Is sis okay? We tried to call her hologram, your mobile phone and even risked hers, but we couldn’t even get a connection. Holy god from above, we heard about Madrid,” said Henry on the other end of the line.

Frustrated, he returned home, praying in his heart that nothing happens to her. "Hello?" Henry said to the unknown receiver, his tall frame slouched on the Sofa in his living room. It was almost nine, late in the evening and Selene wasn't back. He had tried her lines but all were switched off. Now he was getting a call from an unknown person. Hopefully it was connected to Selene. "Good Evening. Please, am I unto Mr Henry Williams?" The female on the other line asked. Henry frowned. "Yes, you are speaking to him. How may I help you?" He asked.

The guy is also worried for her and now he is back to where he started. Zero point with no clue. If Henry didn't pay someone to take her then who the fuck did!. "We will really appreciate it if you can help us with anything that can lead to her whereabout" Kelvin had pleaded. "Of course I will be glad to help" "Okay then. We will be on our way now and sorry about your cheek" "It's nothing. I will be fine" Frank didn't even bother to take a second glance at the damage he had done to Henry's face. He was too ashamed to look.

Thinking that Henry is the one who has finally decided to call, I immediately picked up the call and placed the phone on my ear. "Hello, who is it?" I asked through the phone. "Hello, Mr. Darlington, it's me, the police officer you asked to keep you updated about anything we find out about Mrs. Jones," the voice of the caller sounded through the phone. "Okay, so did you guys find out anything?" I asked the police officer across the phone. "Well, we just got information that Henry just left New York City with a private jet, and it seems like someone just published the information across every social media platform in New York City, so if you check right now, you are likely going to see it," t

She informed him running towards him. “You could have answered honey. Do you want Junior to defeat me?” He responded to her who wasn’t far from them. “Well darling, I guess it`s an important call because the number is masked.” She explained her reasons of not answering the call. “Okay, give me then.” While about to answer the call, he said. “Junior you hold first please.” Franck took the cellphone. Jane returned to the kitchen to continue with her cleanup activities. “Hello. Who`s on the phone please?”

“Good, I'm glad about that. Come on; let's go to the back office to find Wilbur's number, who's in command. Two of us are gone, it's a shame, age is unforgiving, you know? Poor Harry couldn't fulfill his last wish for a crazy night in Las Vegas. He always asked when we would go there, poor man.” They walked to the office in the back, went inside, and Henry sat behind the old desk, opened a drawer, and searched for a few seconds among a lot of things inside, then pulled out a small notebook. He opened it and searched through its pages almost with the notebook glued to the thick glass for his friend's phone number. David felt sorry for him and offered to look up the number, but Henry did not h

— Are you leaving me alone with your phone? - Why not? You already know all my worst secrets, Frankie. And my father pays the Guardia enough to ignore any hysterical phone calls from Canadian tourists. — He winked, then walked away and left me with his phone. Oh my God. I started dialing Emma before I could blink. I called her because Gia often lost her phone and didn't answer. My sister answered after the first ring. - Hello? — Emma, it's me. - Oh my God. Frankie! Tell me you're okay.

He answered on the first ring. “Henry.” His voice was low. I swallowed. “Jake… I think you need to get her out of there.” My phone buzzed with a new notification. Unknown number. HELLO, HENRY. YOU’RE NEXT.