Jeff The Killer Phone Number Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cara suggested, secretly hoping he'd also leave his phone number. "I see," the man murmured, lowering his head thoughtfully. Then he added softly, "I'm Jeff Delaney. It's rather urgent, though. If possible, could you contact one of her colleagues—Kevin, perhaps?" "Kevin?" Cara let out a nervous laugh. "If you mean Kevin Drew, I doubt he's in any condition to meet anyone either." She said this with the image of Kevin vomiting in the elevator still fresh in her mind. Jeff frowned. "What's going on with them? Is there anyone else I could reach?"

"His name's Jeff, and he's a mercenary out of Wysteria. He was hired this time by a woman named 'Ms. J' to assassinate Blake in Skye City." "Ms. J?" Sean furrowed his brows. He hadn't expected a woman to be behind the plot to kill Blake. "That's right, Sire." "Any further intel?" Sean pressed on. "That's all he knows," Diego said. "However, I had someone look into the account he got paid from. "Although the other party was slick and used a fake IP to mask the real address, we managed to crack it and discovered that the account is based in Ace City.

"It could be anyone from the organization, really. They have people everywhere, Ronald. I told you, this is bigger than you think. Much bigger." Ronald's phone buzzed again. Another message from the same unknown number. His thumb trembled as he opened it. "You have 48 hours to get the stamp. If you keep looking, Jeffrey dies. If you go to the police, Jeffrey dies. Do exactly as we say, and he lives. We'll be in touch with instructions." "No," Ronald said, his voice hard and cold as steel. "No, I'm not playing this game."

"It was her! She used your phone to reverse the money that was supposed to save my father's life! She was the one who got my father beaten to death! "And you, Jeff! What were you doing at the time? You were taking pictures with this murderer! You shameless pair of adulterers should both pay for my father's life!!!" My scream exploded through the ballroom like a bomb. Jeff's face instantly turned deathly pale. He stared at me, and for the very first time, panic appeared in his eyes. "Carol! Shut up!" He lunged toward me, trying to cover my mouth, but I shoved him away violently.

She knows how Jeff always reacts whenever she speaks badly of Hannah. Just then Jeff heard his phone ring, he stared at the Caller’s ID and saw it was Dave. He ended the call and then walked out of the house. He hopped inside his car and zoomed off. His car came to a halt in front of his mansion where he held Hannah’s kid hostage. He hopped out of the car and walked inside the mansion. There he met Dave sitting while smoking. “I have been calling you but you didn’t pick up,” Dave said as he puffed out smoke from his mouth.

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.

“Mrs. Leery, thank god! I need your help! My mother’s hurt, and our phone line is out. Is yours working?” The door flung open, and the widow stumbled from her home. “Devil!” She gasped for air. “It’s the devil incarnate!” Jeff backed away. “No! Mrs. Leery, I’m Jeff Pritchet, from across the street.” He held up his arms to show he meant no harm. “I need to use your phone.” He followed her eyes to his claws. “Help! For god’s sake, help me!” She clasped her oversized t-shirt and pulled at her neckline to free up her airway. “He’s come to kill me!”

Nick furrowed his brow. How did Nita do that? There had to be someone behind her. “So, you didn’t find anything at all.” For a moment, Jeff was silent as if he were ashamed of himself. This was the first time he couldn't get the information Nick needed. “Sir, I was able to get her phone number and contact information.” That was enough. “Send it.” His phone beeped, notifying the arrival of the message. He glanced at it while he held her picture in his hand. It was her only picture he had.

Ken said with a smirk and Jeff glared at him. " So would you tell him what is the plan now " Ken said and Jeff shook his head . " There is no plan dummy , I need just your phone , I need to call him with your phone. " He said and Ken mouthed and " ok " feeling slightly embarrassed that he hadn't understood earlier . " Ok here is it " he said bringing out his phone from his pocket , unlocking it and handing it to Jeff . Jeff typed in his brother's number and just as he was about dialing the number they heard a knock on the door and fear gripped them a bit .

Jeff stood in his home office staring at the ten million dollars packed neatly into two black duffel bags on his desk. Everything he had worked for reduced to stacks of cash that would disappear in exchange for his son. But Zane would be safe and that was all that mattered. His phone buzzed with a text from the unknown number. "5847 Warehouse District, east entrance.Your wife comes alone." Jeff's jaw clenched as he read it again. Irene appeared in the doorway, her face pale and her hands twisting together. "Did they send the location?"