Hotline Miami Romane & Geschichten

“Goodnight.” And then, as quickly as he had come, he was gone, disappearing back into the depths of his dark kingdom. About an hour after dinner, after Misha disappeared back into whatever dark corridors he ruled from, I found the private landline in my wing. No cell phones yet. They were being “secured,” the guard had said. Bullshit. They didn’t want me calling for help. But Misha allowed one concession: A five-minute call to my sister. The phone rang three times before Gabriela picked up.

I needed to get us help. My fingers flew over the phone’s screen, the taps against the glass a rapid staccato in the quiet room. “Intruder at Hayes Winery office, Madison is trapped in the bathroom, I don’t know what her state is, come ASAP!” I typed, my heart racing with each word. I pressed the call button for 9-1-1, the phone ringing loud in my ear. “9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” a calm voice answered.

I hissed, “Gideon…” “Get out!” I yelled, “Don't make me call the cops” “You will regret this!” Shirley said and picked up her purse and walked out. I brought out my phone and called Maren but she was not answering. “Please answer” I said and rushed out of my penthouse to my parking lot. When I got to the parking lot, my phone rang. unknown number calling me. I answered, “Who is this?” “I am calling from the city precinct, Miss Leander is here with us and…” A woman said, I didn't let her finish before throwing my phone into the car and drove out of the parking lot.

I trace one line with my finger, muttering numbers under my breath until they blur. My phone buzzes. Unknown number. Stay in your lane, cleaner. I freeze. My pulse spikes. Who the hell...... I forward it to Mila with shaking fingers. Me : Someone’s threatening me. Mila : Screenshot. Block and delete. Don’t engage . I do it, but my hands are still trembling . “Fuck ,” I whisper, pushing my chair back. I stare out the window , the Miami skyline too bright. The city feels like it’s watching me .

Black's area of expertise didn't extend into the supernatural world so I couldn't ask him to find out what they were planning. “I don't think they're done. They're going to come back for some more. The hotspot is the Night Crab. If I can get in there, then I can get information. I need to find out something before the police do. At least, it'll help me in my investigation. Meanwhile, I need your help. Mia's bracelet was taken. Mia is my-”

UNKNOWN POV The morning sun cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I stare out the window below me. Miami spreads out in every direction, the highway is clogged with traffic, and the ocean glittering in the distance. I pick up my phone from the nightstand my thumb hovers on the screen then I dial. The line rings twice before a low voice comes through the line. “Yeah?” “ Hope everything is ready?” I ask "Yes, he went into the office today so he probably has seen it."

When I got home, I walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the cold water blast my face. Then my phone buzzed on the sink. It was another text from that "Unknown Number." [If you hadn't gone to that motel today—if you'd never found out the truth—then seven years from today would be your wedding night.] I dried my hands and stared at the screen. [That night, you'd booked out the biggest hotel in the city. But right before the ceremony was over, Liam got a call.] [Mia had overdosed on sleeping pills. She was being rushed to the hospital to get her stomach pumped.]

"There's more. Meridian filed a change of registered agent eighteen months ago. New contact information. A cell number." "Call it." "From my phone, not yours. If it's a trap, better it traces back to a burner than to either of you." Elena was already dialling before either of them could argue, speak on, and the three of them stood in the empty parking lot listening to it ring. It picked up on the fourth ring. A woman's voice, older, careful. "Who is this?" "My name doesn't matter. I'm calling about Meridian Transit Solutions." A long pause. "That number was disconnected years ago. You have the wrong company."

I swipe open his phone and dial the number of police 999. "Hello this is Nine nine nine, what's your emergency?" The server lady greeted. "Hey, Can I place an order of two pepperoni pizzas, with coke and garlic sticks?" I hoped that she does not hang up on me. "Sorry ma'am, this not the right place. I will send the closest pizza hut's number to you-" "NO!" I said and then faked a small laugh when Kieth started at me. "I am sure I would feel Captured without pizza." The lady is quiet for some time and I fear that she hung up on me.

She went back downstairs and looked for the phone in the castle. “What are you looking for, Miss Heart?” Mia’s body jumped when she heard Snow’s voice coming from the side. “Oh God, Snow! You startled me,” Mia hissed while clutching her chest. Snow’s expression did not change. The middle-aged man looked at Mia calmly. Mia leaned in, as if to whisper something, so Snow did the same and put his ear closer. “My cell phone is in problem, I need a phone to call Slaine.” Snow’s body straightened up then, and he looked at Mia flatly as he said, “I am sorry, Miss Heart, there is a telephone network repair in Denver, so network access is temporarily unavailable.”