Finding Frankie Henry Hotline Novels & Stories

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

"Not so. Grab that telephone and call Henry's hotline. I can't reach him through his phone. Maybe his telephone can do." The maid followed the orders and Jane got a call to the other line. Unfortunately, Henry's number didn't respond either and she kept calling again, but still the result was the same. She had many calls to her friends, the ambulance hotline and the hospital hotline but all of them declined her emergency help. "Oh God, what should I do?" she whispered to herself.

“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.

Like I didn’t know what version of him I was going to get, or if anything would change at all. “Drink,” I said softly, handing him the bottle. He took it without resistance, his movements slow but steady, like everything he did now was unfamiliar. I watched him for a second, then reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone. Peter. Frank had given me the number himself, told me to call if I couldn’t reach him. I didn’t think I’d actually need it like this, not for something like this. I dialed the number and lifted the phone to my ear, my eyes still on Frank as the line rang. It didn’t take long before it connected. “Yeah?”

Sure enough, it was his number. "Yes, I'm the one," I said, placing the phone back to my ear. "Who are you? Why do you have his phone? What happened to him? Why didn't he pick up his calls?" My heart raced as I waited for a response, my mind flooded with worst-case scenarios. And then I heard the words that made my world come crashing down. "Ma'am, I'm Officer Henry. I'm afraid Jonathan and the kids were involved in an accident. They're at Save a Life Hospital."

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.

"What are you talking about? I can't do that. I gave them the confirmation that I'll be there." "Then send a representative. Maybe Dane or someone. Tell them something came up." Eve suggested. "No!" Henry screamed. He pulled out his cellphone. "I know what to do." He went outside and returned a few minutes later after placing a phone call. "Who did you call?" Eve demanded. Henry flashed a mischievous smile. "Who don't you sit back and relax? Charity will take care of everything." "Charity? Who the hell is Charity?" Henry didn't say a word. He kept stamping his feet slightly with his gaze fixated on the door.

Only on the condition that he kept his hands and body to himself. My phone showed I had eight missed phone calls. Why hadn’t Reagan answered it? I looked at the unfamiliar phone number but decided to call it as they wanted to get in touch with me. “Eaves Funeral Home. How can I help?” A man asked me. It was the funeral home where Frank’s body was. “Hi, I missed several calls from this number. A friend of mine, Frank Newsham, is in your chapel of rest.” “Let me pull his file,” the man told me. The line went quiet for a second. “For security reasons, can you confirm who you are?” he asked.

"Don't worry, sir. Ms. Carrington had deactivated that phone number." "Check the IP, save evidence, and call the authorities now!" Henry's tone was stern. Some issues needed public attention to have an impact. Since some people dared to provoke without fearing consequences, he would make sure to make them pay. "Understood." Henry was heading out when his phone suddenly rang. He grabbed the phone on the table and answered it. "Mr. Toussaint, we've got an update," a young man's voice came from the other end. "What is it?"