How Old Was Mason Thames In The Black Phone Novels & Stories

He turned the phone to face me. A message flashed across the screen. Unknown Number— "You want Raphael gone? I have what you need. Midnight. Blackwood Pier. Come alone." I met Marcel's gaze, a wicked gleam in my eyes. "Looks like the real game is about to begin.”

“What then?” His smile was maddeningly calm. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He stood and stepped closer, slow and deliberate. I didn’t move. I refused to show fear, even though every nerve in my body was shrieking. He reached into his coat and pulled out a small black phone — no brand, no markings. A burner. “You have twenty four hours,” he said. “Contact me when you have what I need.” I didn’t reach for it immediately. I stared at the device like it was a loaded gun.

“Five minutes ago.” The silence that followed wasn't empty. It possessed mass. It pushed the air out of the penthouse, pressing against Mara’s lungs until breathing became a conscious, agonizing effort. She stared at the man who commanded empires, the man who bent governments to his will without raising his voice. Ethan Blackwell did not make mistakes. He did not issue orders idly. And he certainly did not butcher his own inner circle. Yet, there he stood, staring at the encrypted phone lying like a dead weight on the mahogany desk. The soft, rhythmic frequency bleeding from its speaker felt like a taunt from the void.

Masson reported. “Gabriel Jose, #1246 SQ Willow Road near highway, Baltimore, MO 30022.” Someone forcibly took the phone from his hand and informed her the correct location address of this house. Masson turned around and saw that it was Ethan who was holding his phone in his hand and smiling at him. “Yes baby girl, come quickly because I think I'm going to kill your officer, or that girl too,” Ethan sneered and pointed at a girl but no one knows who. He disconnected the call and threw his phone hard against the wall.

He left her to sleep and saw Mason lying down on the couch in the living room. "Hey little man, do you know where your mum's phone is? We need to find a way to call Aunty Amber so she will come over." Mason went into the kitchen and came back holding the phone. Jason switched it on and saw there was a passcode on it. "Do you by chance know her passcode?" "It's MJason," he said. He tried it and it worked. Jason smiled as his mind drifted to when she said she had always been loving him, apparently she was right.

"I said shut the door." Grace's heart started racing. "Give me my phone." "Not yet." Mason locked the cabin door from the inside. Pocketed the key. "What are you doing?" "What I should have done weeks ago." Mason started scrolling through her phone. "Passcode." "No." "Give me the passcode or I'll smash it." Grace didn't move. Mason threw the phone on the floor. Hard. The screen cracked. "Fine. I don't need it anyway. I already know what's on there."

" I tried thinking for a bit, but I was fourteen!... How would I remember what happened when I was just a baby?!.. maybe it was a wrong number? #Me: Wrong number.. #Unknown: Thirteen years ago.... Somebody died. #Me: Sorry, but I think you have the wrong number! I quickly went out of messages and decided to check I*******m or something. I had a few new messages. One of which had no profile or username. #Unknown: It was a girl that died... Before I could read the rest, I closed I*******m and went to W*****d. The secret was possibly not reading texts anymore. But there were messages popping up like crazy!.. so I decided to switch of my phone. I heard the doorbell ring. I almost couldn't believ

It wasn’t my mom’s, of course it could be from anyone who had come to clean up but this one seemed far too expensive. I kept it in my pocket as I walked over to the wet bar, pouring myself an alcoholic wine, something strong enough to quench the sadness. The taste nearly made me throw up but after a few sips, I got used to it. Only heaven knows what will happen when I turn twenty-one. My phone rang, but I didn’t pay it any heed. I was done receiving calls. It is always one bad news or another bad news. Nothing good. Curiosity made me glance at the screen and to my surprise it was Mason, I answered it quickly without a thought.