Mason Thames Black Phone Novels & Stories

It was something I would never unsee if I mistakenly saw it. Then it rang. Out of instincts, I grabbed it and picked the call. "Who is this?" I said in a monotone voice. "Give me back my damn phone!" I flinched at the way the voice shouted. "I didn't steal it, you have mine." I rolled my eyes, recognizing the voice immediately. "I don't have time for your stupid games. I need that phone." He said. "You have no right to speak rudely to me. I can drop the phone in water you know." I frowned.

He lifted a mobile phone in front of his face and began pressing the numbers 999 into the key face. The gangsters saw what he was doing. The boss thug - the one who had stood for the duration of the assault with fists clenched, yet doing nothing - called out, ‘Let’s go!’ which they quickly did, disappearing into London’s vast transport system via Holloway Road tube station.

I stayed beside Ethan, watching the second hand sweep across the wall clock. Exactly three minutes later, the security chief's voice came back through the speaker. "Mr. Blackwood, the line belongs to a temporary communications device, a burner phone purchased with cash." Ethan’s jaw tightened. "Can you locate where it has been active?" "Yes sir," the officer answered. "The signal history shows the device was activated near Blackwood Group several times over the past two weeks. Whoever has this phone was standing within a two-block radius of your office building while contacting Miss Vanessa."

Ring! Ring! Ring! Mason's phone rang. He took his phone out to see the name on the display. His eyes widened and he had a smile. "Hi, honey. What time is it over there?" Mason greeted the person on the other side of the phone. "Mason, dear, I saw the news... Quinton Hotel was attacked by a group of thugs. Are you ok?" Charles could hear the voice from Mason's phone. There was something familiar about the voice but he could not put a finger on it.

I tense, careful not to disturb Noah. The knock comes again, quieter this time. Reluctantly, I ease myself out of bed, making sure Noah doesn't wake, and pad to the door. I open it just a crack to find my head guard, standing in the hallway. He looks apologetic. "Miss Matthews," he says quietly. "I'm very sorry to disturb you, but you have a call." I frown. "A call from who?" "Mr. Black called the security line," he explains, holding up the phone. "He said your phone is off and he's been trying to reach you. He asked if I could pass along a message. He's still on the line if you'd like to speak with him."