Finding Frankie Henry Hotline Novels & Stories

Now. Inside the penthouse, Henry was already on the phone. “Find out who he is,” he snapped at his security chief. “And next time, I want two men on her at all times. I don’t care what she says.” He hung up and looked out the window, fists clenched. They’d come too close. And someone had the guts to come after her? Henry Frost wasn’t just cold-hearted. He was lethal when it came to protecting what was his. Karen sat on the edge of her couch, phone still in hand, reading Henry’s message again.

"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.

"Would she also happen to be the performer who bailed you out too?" "If you're trying to cross-examine me, forget about it." "I'm not." Frankie shrugged. "Maybe things are finally going back to normal." I didn't respond to that. Normal wasn't exactly what I'd call Sierra. Frankie's phone vibrated on the coffee table; he picked it up and frowned. "You might want to look at this." I reached for the phone and read the text. "Tell Boss the burglar's dead."

The ride is long and unending as they move from private hospitals to public hospitals and all around the state and finding nothing. “Promise we’ll call you as soon as we get any lead.” Dr Frank, one of the family friend assures Keenan as he shakes his hand and he nods at him. “Any luck?” Phoebe asks, sticking her head through the window like a little child as she sees him approaching the car. “Said to call back,” he tells her, opening the door of the car and getting in. “here you go.” He hands her the pack of French fries and a vanilla ice cream she had earlier requested.

handing it to me. I immediately called Elijah but .. the phone rang and rang and rang … no answer. That’s weird … but I didn’t give myself a chance to dwell on it. So I called Frankie. “Hey girl. You almost back?” He asked. “Frankie …” I sobbed out. “What’s wrong??” He asked suddenly on high alert. “I need you to come. Please hurry.” I said. “Where?” He said suddenly all business like. When Frankie or any of the guys went into business/stealth mode.. there was no stopping them. And you’d better get the hell out of their way.

Though the care worker promptly caught Henry and helped him back to his bed, Henry did not lie down. "Henry! Are you trying to kill me?!" Linda was teary-eyed as she stared at Henry's stomach, where blood was seeping out. It was as if Henry did not notice her at all, however, as all he could think about was what he had just heard on the news. Holding himself steady against the bed, he picked up his phone to call Andy, instructing him to double the search for Tina.

Peter said and hurried after Helen and Chaz. "Oh, my son is getting smarter every day." Gina nodded in approval. - At Skywater Bay, Frank had just arrived downstairs after his daily training. Hearing his phone ring, he picked it up to find that it was Henry calling. "What's up, Gramps?" he asked, though he already had an idea of what Henry was about to say. To no surprise, Henry sighed lengthly. "Oh, Frank… I'm so embarrassed…"

This is our regular business hours. My burner phones are inside, and I don’t know if Harris is listening in on my conversations. Logic would say he isn’t, but I can never be too safe. The detective is reaching insane levels of desperation, and I wouldn't put it past him to start operating outside the boundaries of the law. While I wait to figure it all out, I give Frankie a call. He should be at his bar tonight. That’s where he runs his crew. He answers on the third ring. “I was startin’ to think you’re dead.”

Fourteen missed calls, ten notifications and a text message from Katherine. What the hell..? I was just about to call Katherine and if she's okay when Henry's call came in. “Were you planning on blasting my phone??” I whisper aggressively to him as I tiptoed out of Frankie's room and closed the door gently, “What the hell, Henry? Why don't you just call me to death? This had better be important.” He sighed heavily on the other side and I could almost hear him shake his head. “Judging by the sound of your voice, I can tell that you have no idea what's going on.”

Felix already had an answer, but he still nodded. "If you have any questions, you can ask Shirley or use the phone in this study to call me, okay?" Henry advised. He wanted to do everything he could to make Felix feel loved and cared for. "My phone number is on this business card." Henry took out a business card from his wallet and handed it to Felix. Felix took it and nodded. "Okay." After comforting Felix, Henry immediately went to the police station. He wanted to meet Harry. There were some things he had to discuss with Harry before he made his next move.