Jeff The Killer Phone Number Novels & Stories

Jeffery asks, reaching the level of extreme irritation by the little delinquent. "Don't snoop around. All you will find is the number of my drug dealer. But hey, it's not like you don't have one yourself. So, just don't snoop around my phone and contact my guy, alright?" Killian whispers so that no one but Mr.Jeffery can hear him.

Jeff canceled his father's call and opened his email. Someone did email him, but it was anonymous. He opened the inbox and it contained a video. He immediately watched the video and saw Yen hurting his children. Jeff shook his head, but he had no plans to sue his mistress, he just told her because he knew that her blood was really hot towards her children. He was unaware that at that time Yen was already dead. He was about to call her, but his staff preceded him. "Yes, Garry?” he asked on the other line.

“We left the war. But it didn’t leave us.” I didn’t respond. My fingers trembled as I turned the card over. On the back, there was a number. Untraceable. But it flashed on my burner phone seconds later, like someone was watching our every move in real-time. It was from an unknown number: You’ve healed. Now decide: bury the truth or let it burn one last time. Jeffery took the phone and crushed it under his foot with a grim stomp. The plastic cracked like a bone snapping. “No more manipulation.”

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

He took out his mobile phone and dialed someone's number, ordering the person on the phone, "Ask Jarred to send me the documents from tonight's murder case." After that, he hung up. Soon, he received a text with Jarred's contact information and a message, "I have already spoken to Jarred about it. You can contact him if you need any documents. He should be able to cooperate with you." D*mn, what did that mean? Jefferson wondered. Although Jefferson was offended, he still made the call. The other party picked it up very soon and greeted him politely, "Hello." "I'm Jefferson Hefner. Send me the documents from tonight's murder," Jefferson said.

Just as he was about to drop the phone and look for Ava, the phone started to ring again and he sighed as he picked it up and glanced at the caller ID to see that it was Jeff ,his private investigator. Ethan hesitated for a moment, wondering what Jeff might had found out. He knew that Jeff only called when he had some new information. Had He finally found out the secret Kimberly was hiding? He picked up the phone. "What's up?" he said, trying to sound as calm as possible. Kimberly's case always made him anxious, he didn't know why. Jeff's voice was urgent and sounded a bit nervous. "I think I found something you need to see. It's about Kimberly of course" Ethan felt a jolt of panic. "What is

Jeffrey coldly countered, "She's the only link to Emma in this world!" "She's the one who took Emma's life! Why should I keep her alive?" The person on the other end grew agitated, roaring in anger. Ignoring the raging voice on the phone, Jeffrey quickly regained his composure, "It seems we've never wanted the same things. I just want the truth from back then and make those involved pay!" "Hah hah hah!" The person on the other end of the phone chuckled darkly. "Who would have thought the decisive President Morgan would turn into such a worrier!"

I immediately rushed for my phone and dailed his number, it's been four years and the number felt a bit strange. The phone rang as my heart beat drummed at every ring. "Hello." The phone answered as I froze hearing the familiar voice. "Keith?" My voice broke as I muttered his name. "Mimi?" His voice grew louder. "Yes, Keith, I did it again. I killed someone and I know I'm an asshole for asking for favors at this moment but I need your help." I said, the line going silent again. "Text me your address." He ended the call as I heaved a sigh of relief. Kieth was going to take care of everything.

He turned on the phone and looked; the phone was also connected to the internet connection, and Jefferson opened the messaging application. Mr. Tucker, Jaxson, Andrew, Malvin, Howard, Willie, and everyone's number, even people he didn't know; everything is completely stored there. Jefferson's hands shook with pleasure, and he scrolled the screen. Moments later, Jefferson was sitting on the bathroom floor. "Who should I call first?" Jefferson ruffled his hair in frustration. But moments later, he dialed Mr. Tucker. It took a while for the phone to ring; someone on the other end finally picked it up.

Calen’s POV I unfolded the paper slowly, aware of Jeff leaning over my shoulder to read it. A phone number was written across the top in neat handwriting. Below it, a simple message: ‘Text me. We need to talk.’ No name or explanation. Just a number and a cryptic instruction. “Is that his number?” Jeff asked, his voice a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Dude, I think he’s hitting on you.” My first thought was the same. The guy had been staring at me all class, then slipped me his number. That seemed pretty straightforward.