Jeff The Killer Phone Number Novels & Stories

Hell? Jeffrey could not stand to stare at that footage anymore. He stormed out of the room, leaving the manager and the other occupants staring at each other in confusion. As he headed out of the building, his phone began to ring with a call from his mother. He ignored her calls and instead dialed another number.

Freya “Who was that?” I asked once Victor was off the phone. He showed the screen to me and I saw it was Jeff. “Jeff?” I quizzed while he nodded slowly. “Why was he calling you?” I pressed. “He said he needed Officer Kane’s number. He was one of the officers that came to arrest those fools.” He chimed in. “Let me just send it to him,” he added, and then proceeded to do some things on his phone before looking back up to face me.

All he had ever wanted was a woman who could put up with his annoyingness. But then again, if it wasn’t him, why was he talking about karma. Did he, by any chance know anything? I checked my phone and yes, I still had his phone number. He answered after a few rings. “Yes, Mrs. Elliot. How may I be of service to you?” “Cut the crap Jeff. Where is my daughter?” “How am I supposed to know? I’m not his mother.” That was harsh but I decided to ignore it. He liked to nudge people the wrong way.

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

He wants a child and he knows fighting with me is not going to secure him one. I'm very emotional these days because of my impending period and also the rift from family. I had no one left to love. I lost my family and boyfriend in a single shot. All I'm left with is husband for namesake. I noticed my phone ringing. I saw a number that was foreign. I picked it up. I heard the voice of Jeff from the other side. I'm thrown over to edge again. "Jeff why are you calling me?", I asked him. "I have to call you. You blocked my number. This is my friend's number. I have something to say ", he said.

* * * “I already told you, didn’t I? That’s the number Tasty Cake gave when she booked the service. The email matches too— why would I lie to you, man?” His grip on the phone tightened as Jeff spoke on the other end. He drew in a deep breath and glanced at Quaro, who sat at the crossing’s waiting shed, glaring at him with crossed arms and furrowed brows. Night had already fallen, and they hadn’t even managed to buy their mother’s gift.

I got hold of his phone before lying on the floor. I unlocked his phone and went to his contacts. I looked for Jeffrey and copied his number. I dropped back his phone before crawling out of the room. I need someone that'll talk to Jeremy and he'll listen. His annoying best friend should help. I called his number and he picked up immediately. I rolled my eyes. He must be awake partying. "Who the hell is this?" I heard his deep goofy voice speak. He must be high. "Hey, Jeffrey. It's Stella" I said.

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

I said, ignoring his dismissive tone. "That case was closed over a year ago," Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't cause a ruse, Valerie. We’ve been through this." "Why? Because you want to believe I killed them, just like the rest of the world? Or because you think I’ve gone eccentric and it’s easier to ignore a crazy woman than it is to do your job? Which one is it, Jeff?" Jeff sank into his seat, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Your parents died in a tragic accident. It was an open-and-shut case."

Elizabeth checked the message in her secret phone before putting it back to its hiding place. She had previously sent the receiver a message asking how Jeffrey got to kill someone. Their plan was to only put him in prison through hard drug abuse and then make sure he never comes out, and not for him to kill an innocent person.