Novel & Cerita Finding Frankie Henry Hotline

Maybe I can catch up and convince her to forgive me. I dial his number, and it rings without an answer. I call again, and nothing. I call ten more times, now worrying. Why isn't he picking up? I call Fenice, hoping that she will pick up the phone despite being upset. The phone rings twice, and then nothing. Then it rings again and goes to voicemail. "Fuck!" I exhale as I call Frank. "Frank, Peter isn't picking up. He's tailing Fenice. Can you please see where his car is located?"

"I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you. But please don't blame me and most importantly, do not accuse me of raping you. I don't know how we ended up like this but I'll make sure I find out. My head is as blank as an empty paper but in case you remember anything, please just let me know." "I called Laurel but she isn't picking and I called Darik too, his number isn't going through. Let's get going. I will see if I can speak to someone at the reception to check the CCTV cameras." Henry rose to his feet and Vee followed suit. He noticed her eyes were red and face blotchy from crying. He was so tempted to pull her into a hug and assure her that everything was going to be all right but he restrain

, the receptionist bowed out. “ 32 missed calls in one hour? “, Henry gasped. “I hope all’s well at your home”, Dr Damkerng expressed concern. “It can’t be from home. Else I would have been called too”, Henry said. Sarah unlocked her phone with trembling hands.

“Hello, thank you for holding, I am sorry Mr. Grey isn’t around at the moment and I don’t know when he will be coming back. May I take a message?” “No it is okay I will call later.” She hung up before I could finish the call. I handed Lisa the brand calling manual and told her to read up on it then walked down the hallway to Frankie and Jayden’s office. I knocked and pushed the heavy wooden door open. A black look was spread over Frankie’s face and I was afraid I had messed up. But she forced a smile on her face motioning for me to take a seat. She picked up the phone and called the accounts office.

I snatch my mobile phone from my pocket, thankful that Mike had never realised I had it. A friend gave it to me last week after I told them Mike never allowed me to have one. She was worried about me and told me to call if I needed help. I need help now more than I ever have, so I pull up Frankie’s number, praying she’ll answer. “Mel, is everything okay?” Frankie knows I would only call if I needed help; that’s why she sounds so worried.

“You cool with that?” I bite my lip again, eager as I nod. “Yeah, Frank,” I whisper. “I’m cool with that.” The next day Frankie really gets to work and I just sort of…hang out in bed eating chips. I have to laugh a little as I do, because as I watch daytime television he does all sorts of useful things – going back to the little truck stop down the street, buying some burner phones which he brings back and uses to make a couple of shady phone calls.

I am still unable to understand why he is so casual about all this. My mobile rang and flashed Drake's name. I quickly plastered tape on both of their mouths and answered Drake’s call. “Hey, Drake, what's up?" I asked him and sat on my bed. “Hey, kid, did Henry contact you?" he asked me, and I got up from my place and went towards the window. "Yup, he came to deliver food yesterday at my house," I told him the half-truth. "Why? Is there something wrong?" I asked him.

A huge dark guy stood over my window, waiting for them to drop. “I’m looking for Ansel Greene “. His mouth wide with a thin smile. “Sir Ansel left over an hour ago”. Checking his watch to be sure. “Did he say where to.”? He nodded his head negatively. Thank you— I said to him and left the province. “Hi, Henry— I can’t find Ansel, his phone isn’t connecting.” Henry’s phone running in voice mail started to scare me. With all the unwanted death and violence, not able to get through to Henry and Ansel sent me on a full range.

“Charmine, if anything happens to me, please save Faye. Take care of her for me, and don’t let her go down the wrong path…” Instead of obeying his wishes, she took out her phone and called Anthony. “Anthony, Frank is in a critical condition now. Hurry and have Jennie come look at him.” “Okay.” Anthony put everything in his hands down and phoned Jennie afterward. Charmine hung up and looked at Frank. “Don’t trouble yourself too much; you’ll be fine.”