Finding Frankie Henry Hotline Novels & Stories

Franklin, and that alone was enough to stir a faint tension in his chest, because Franklin wasn’t the type to call without reason, especially not at this hour, and when he did, it usually meant something important. Answering without delay, Drake’s voice carried a low alertness. “What’s going on?” There was no attempt at pleasantries on the other end, no wasted breath on unnecessary words, just Franklin’s voice cutting straight through the line with calm precision. “Do you know someone named Hannah Connor?”

I'm sure it's him. I walked out of the kitchen, took my phone from the table, and saw the name on my phone's display. It's Frank calling. "Where are you now, Frank?" I said. "Hello?" on the other hand. On Frank's phone, I heard someone else's voice. "Who are you?" "The person you called is being treated at HU." "I-I don't understand." "He was met with an accident and..." My mind went blank as I dropped my phone.

, Henry replied. Stephanie took his phone from him, dialed Mr Clifford's number, and it began to ring. Henry placed his hand on his head, as strands of sweats dropped down freely from his forehead down his face. "Hello". Stephanie heard Clifford's voice from the other end of the phone. She placed the phone close to Henry's ear, and when he gave her a questioning glare she rolled her eyes on him. "Hel_ Hello sir", Henry stuttered. ~