Jeff The Killer Phone Number の小説・ストーリー

“Which hand?” “It’s her left,” Stringer tells me, which is a good thing because Julia is right handed. I let out a small sigh, glad that it shouldn’t affect her art too much, though my heart hurts for her. At least Thompson is gone to a place where he can't hurt her ever again. I realize I need to call Julia’s parents. They will hear on the news and be worried. I have never spoken to them before, but I have their numbers in my phone. With a sigh, a step away and dial her mom’s number, not sure how to tell her that Jeff is dead. The phone rings several times before a groggy female voice says, “Hello?”

They were all part of Jeff’s network, benefiting from his illegal dealings. The agent looked at her, his face pale. “This isn’t over, Emma. Jeff’s incarceration is only the beginning. If these people realize he’s been caught, they’ll do whatever it takes to silence you—and anyone connected to him.” Emma felt her pulse quicken. She fought so hard to protect her family, yet the shadow of Jeff’s network still loomed over them. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. Sh froze as she read the chilling message:

I found the name of the club the Red death but it has a different name on it, it has Rarf's name attached to it. It had to be some other Rarf right? For the business aspect, I need to ask Nico about it and he will never release those type of information to me so I knew the passwords for some things and with that I was able to hack into their software system. They were a lot of documents and thankfully, they were in serial letters, A-Z. I search for Alvaro and found out that he wanted someone to died, looking at the face I remember that I was the one that killed the person and his entire family consisting of kids as well.

It made me snort out a laugh but that smile turned dry soon. If she didn't know she was Daniel Yrote's daughter then that was good for me. I didn't want her to know who she was. I just wanted her to kill Lade and I'll let her leave. Maybe I could keep an eye on her from afar after that. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I knew it was my office assistant calling. I had things to attend to at the office.

Well, it is really an award winning. Here you go Jeoff. Can you forgive me to what I am doing with your girl? Hahahahaha. Then, I was stopped since someone is calling her. Her phone was left on the table, doesn’t she notice it? I was curious and I answered it. I am fond of engaging with people’s business to. And I seem to be the best in the part. Who is it? “There’s a big chance for us to kill her tonight.” Who are they going to kill?? Apartment? Is it not… this girl of Jeoff is planning something bad to his wife?

Help me! Unknown number: I believe I gave you enough money for you to get a new identity and elope to a new country or something. Do that and never contact me again. The system flagged the next action: User has been blocked. Jared leaned back in his leather chair, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his face. “Well, ain’t today the day of fools taking the bait,” he mused. He highlighted the phone number that the officer had texted and forwarded the number to one of his most trusted employees in the intelligence sector of his and Beck's company with a simple note:

he said and walked out of the house, picking up his phone as he entered his Rolls-Royce Phantom and started driving away. "Hello?" "Hey, babe! How have you been?" Jeff's hand tightened on the steering wheel. He knew the voice and could recognize it anywhere. The voice belonged to the person he least wanted to hear about. His ex-girlfriend. "Karen?" He said, as if to confirm even though he was. He could hear her chuckle at the other end. "Yeah," Karen replied. "The fuck am I your baby? Why the hell would you call me, you whore! Have you finished fucking with my old man?" Jeff said, angrily.

He pulls out his jotter to take down anything I'm about to say. "Reid, one of Becca's friend just told me" "Uh, huh" Jeff used the tip of his pen to scratch his chin. "We'll have to interrogate Miss Nikki Bardot. You mentioned they were siblings before now?" "Yes, so surely she knows something" My phone rings and it's an unknown number. "Hello?" "Um... it's Reid. Becca just woke up" How the fucking hell did he get my number? I want to grit my teeth but I stay calm. That's not the point. Damn everything for annoying me right now. I turn to Jeff, a scowl on my face.

" Grandpa Jarius raised his hand, and Barbara gasped for air, just when she was about to breathe, her phone rang, she had forgotten totally about Jeffery, she stood very fast, and the caller was Jeffrey. "Hello, Jeff!" "Is not Jeff, I am calling from the bar, he is dead drunk here and out of his mind, he keeps calling out your name, so I decided to call you to come to pick him up, let me know if you will pick him up or I should just inform someone else or probably you know any of his closed family, that you can reach to pick him." "Don't worry, I will be on my way." "I will wait." The line dies off, Barbara looks at the two men, that are looking at her. I will be right back.

At twenty six, I'm not growing any younger. Jeff's ringing phone makes me snap back to reality. He picks it and places it on his ear. “Hello.” He says as he listens. He nods, replying here and there then finally hangs up. His expression changes to a darker one then sadness overtakes his face. “Who was it?” I ask immediately he ends the call. “The cops.” He says, sighing heavily. “They need my attention in the police station. George has-” Before he's done with the statement, another call comes through and he taps on the receiver and puts it on loud speaker.