Finding Frankie Henry Hotline Novels & Stories

"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?"

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

"Hello?" "Stella, it's Frankie are you all right?" His voice causes my heart to pick up again. He lied! Frankie fed Katy and me delicious spaghetti and lied to our faces about not being a part of this. "It's you? You're the leader?" Frankie grunts on the other end of the phone. "I'm offended. Do these losers look like anyone I would allow in my operation?"

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?”

Harley came to stand beside Henry instead of behind him. “I don’t know you teenagers just jump at the slightest…” he paused and started screaming Henry flinched, Harley’s eyes widened as she and Henry looked at each other. “I’m calling the Sheriff’s office” Harley whispered as she tapped rapidly and shakily on her phone. Soon Gary’s screams stopped and the smell of blood filled the air. “Em Gary? How about you taking your $2.99 and we can take our leave” Henry chuckled nervously “ Hello yeah please there is an… um emergency at the 7/11 store” Harley said on the phone as she panicked and kept glancing at where she heard Gary’s screams. Henry started walking over slowly to check what happened

"What for? Did you two get into it again? Son, you two have to..." Drake cut him off. "They're charging him with rape." There was silence on the other end. When Franklin finally spoke again, his voice was lower than I'd ever heard it. "Stay put. I'll take care of everything. Don't move. Don't do anything. Stay inside until otherwise directed, please." Drake ended the call and looked at me. "Franklin's on it. We just need to stay here." I nodded weakly and stayed curled against him. The sobs came slower now, easing into quiet hiccups as he held me close.

“Sir.” “I need you to track a phone for me.” “The number?” “I’m sending it.” I hang up and inbox him Aiden’s number. Who else would want to hurt Frankie apart from Aiden and Amara? Jenny? Yeah. She has to after I threw her out of my place. I should have her phone tracked too because I doubt whether Amara is around. I don’t think so. I heard Celine telling Stacy that she was outside the country but you never know. Maybe she is back. I should confirm.