Jeff The Killer Phone Number Novels & Stories

after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room. Jean was taken aback by what Jackson said. In a way what he said was true. When they were busy finding the backstory of the health camp a phone call interrupted their concentration. It was a tip from some unknown informant who said that Dr. Jackson was the Dr. Killer. Then we found out he was also in the camp with them and he was promoted after the death of Dr. Robert Jonson. Then it all made sense and they all thought that that tip was true. And to justify that they called Jackson into the office to indirectly interrogate him. They didn't even think for a moment that this all might be a setup or a coi

But all I've done is draw the family back. We were quiet for the rest of the trip. My phone buzzed in my pocket(Mom got me a new one yesterday), and I pulled it out. It was a text from an unknown number. Unknown:- I rly don't know anything bout ur dad's death but I just wanna tell u dat it's not ur fault. It nvr was n it nvr will b. K?💖❤🍨🍰 I frowned. Who is this? Jefferson:- Who is this?

Then something clicked. “Fred. I think the person behind this whole thing is close, she picked the call before stepping out.” He jumped to the drawer, pulled out the purse they retrieved from her restaurant, and dug for her phone. It was dead. He plugged it in. They waited. The screen lit up. Jeff tapped into the call log. His face darkened. “Nothing. No call history. It’s been wiped.” He threw the phone on the bed. That was the last straw. He couldn’t think straight anymore. He slammed a fist against the wall.

I made sure the place was kept clean for the past years and restocked. I made sure my phone location was off in case they went to the extent of tracking my phone. Tomorrow, I will have to make a public appearance and try to settle some things if I can. I called Jeff again, and this time he answered the phone. “I have been trying to reach you for days,” he said as he answered the phone. Has he? But I have been calling him too, so what is going on here? “Anyways, I have been calling you also.”

I wash my hand and pick a napkin to dry my hand when my cellphone rang. I stare at the screen of my cellphone, it was Jeff. “Cutie, I am coming back home to pick you now, the investigator officer would like to meet with us and possibly at his office” Jeff said. “ Okay,is there a new update? I asked. “I think” he replied at the other end. “I will get ready before you arrive” “ Okay” he said and hanged the call, I rush to the closet because I can’t wait to know the whole truth about the murder case.

Jaw clenched, voice low and shaking—"Keep looking. Tear this whole damn city apart. If she's dead, I want the body." I propped my chin up, watching him spiral. Then his phone rang. Whatever he heard hit like a lightning bolt. He froze. Voice barely a whisper. "W-What? Where?" My stomach dropped. Chest tight like something had its claws in me. *** Jeff drove to the edge of town—some abandoned mansion. He got out, steps shaky. A bodyguard reached for him, but Jeff shoved him off. I watched him stumble toward the place, barely staying upright. I followed, heart racing.

Right then, my phone lit up with an alert from some shady underground live stream. There was Jeffrey, broadcasting live! The headline was like a punch to the gut. [Wanted! Runaway fitness coach! $5000 reward for tips.] I tapped into the stream. There was Jeffrey, clutching his belly, his face a swollen mess, waving my ID card. "Listen up, folks! This lady is on the run for attacking me. "Spot her, and let me know. Catch her, and I'll let you keep her for three days." The chat went wild with messages.

"Because this is a serious matter, Jeff. I need to ask you directly and make sure whether it's just my suspicions and fears or you're doing all this behind my back." "Wait, wait! Doing what, Emily? I don't understand; where are we going with this?" Emily didn't answer immediately but took Jeffry's cell phone from the nightstand and scrolled through it until she found the number that had called her husband three hours ago. Emily showed the screen with the line of numbers right before Jeffry. "Can you explain whose number this is?" Jeffry frowned. He focused his attention on the numbers and shook his head. "I don't remember ever having a friend whose number I didn't keep. You know who's in my

When my phone vibrated I knew it was going to be a message from Jeff my personal assistant who worked for me before I went to jail. He had sent me all the files. I immidiately placed a call to him and on the first ring he picked up. Ma, Jeff's voice rang out from the other end of the line. Have you sent him the divorce files? I asked him as I talked my hands on the laptop impatiently. He received the document ma and I’m sure that he would back to you and I would be sending all the documents to you. Once the call ended the document entered and as I went through them ,my blood boiled as my hands tightened against the table.

“Let’s get back to the office and see if Alex has anything for us. Meanwhile, keep an eye on Newman. I have a feeling he might tell us things he needs to know.” They dropped me off at the office and Alex was already waiting for me. “Do you have anything, Alex? Did you find out anything?” “It’s still on lockdown and it's very hard to get anything past security but he's working on it but as for the phone records, I think you should take a look at this. That day, Jefferson called a total of six people. He made two calls to his wife, one call to his secretary, one call to the D.A and two calls to an unknown number. I traced the call to a burner cell. It's been out of service since that day.”