Saints Row 2 Phone Book Novels & Stories

I bit my lip, anxious whether Jean is okay right now. "Sir!" I hear one of my men say as he goes into the room, holding a bloody phone in his hand. "We managed to catch one of them. This is the best we could find. We believe he has direct contact with his boss. The passcode is 248320,"

“Marcus Webb doesn’t get a foothold inside my house. Not while I’m still breathing.” Philip nodded and resumed typing. The silence stretched, broken only by the low hum of electronics and the distant murmur of the city. I let my mind turn over every interaction I’d had with Daniel in the last year, searching for the moment I’d missed. My phone buzzed on the desk. I glanced at the screen and it was a blocked number. I almost ignored it until I saw the area code; Cayman Islands. Philip noticed my expression. “What is it?” I pushed a finger out to him and answered on speaker.

Or panic. Rowan opened another search database and entered the number again. The results appeared almost instantly. Nothing. No name. No address. No business listing. Taryn leaned forward slightly. “Maybe it’s a burner phone.” “Maybe.” But Rowan wasn’t convinced. He opened another program instead. The interface was older, the design outdated and clunky. It was a private contact registry he still had access to from his old security work one of the few advantages that came with knowing the right people.

" Cindy inquired. "Umm give me a minute," he responded while running off to pick up a small stick. "Ok, I'm back. Tell me her number." He added. "It's 6662-1111. That's her local cell number. Is there anything else I can help you with?" She asked. Michael utilizes the stick to write the phone number on the sand. "No thanks, you are such a darling." He let out a grin. "Michael, if you don't mind me asking, where are you?" She raised a question.

I loved them but… “Do you want to see the golf area?” Rowan grinned softly, “I got a golf cart and…” He stopped on his feet as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out but he quickly ended the call and slid the phone back into his pocket, a tight frown between his eyes. But I already saw who the caller was. The name ‘Cain’ was on the caller ID. Cain? I blinked confusedly, wondering why Cain would call Rowan.

S She automatically flipped the card over and saw a phone number on the back. She knew exactly who it was from. Riley stared at it for a full five minutes, her heart thumping in fear and anticipation. Would she be crazy to call the number? Would she be crazy not to? One did not exactly ignore a summons from Soloman Hart. She suspected she knew why he wanted to talk to her and she wasn't too eager to have this conversation. If he found her place then he'd found out who she was. After several more minutes of debate, she picked up her iPhone and punched in the number. It wasn't the same one that they'd used at the shop. Was this his personal cell number? He answered on the first ring.

Joseph stood up anxiously and asked Sean who was on the other end of the phone. After he heard that, Sean’s eyes darkened. He made a sound from the back of his throat and said courteously. “I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Dunn.” After Sean said that, he hung up the phone. He then proceeded to call Alora’s number immediately. A robotic female voice sounded from the phone, “Hello, the number you have dialed is unavailable.” Sean’s gaze was solemn. He did not want to believe that this was happening. He dialed the number once more but to no avail.

I rolled my eyes. We got to the venue, Glitch and Vinny's, and I asked him to park in a secluded place even though it was against the parking orders. One of the security men even came to talk to the driver about it,but I shut him up with some cash. From where we parked I saw Raymond come out of the building with his phone in hand. He dialed a number and my phone started to ring. I raised my phone up and looked at his name with a heart beside it.

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I turn around, my forehead furrowed, as Katy jumps up and down, waving her hand and pointing at the phone pressed to her ear. "Of course we've been good. I'm a reliable friend to keep around, Ridge." Katy's eyes bulge out with the mention of his name. "She's right here. Just a minute." I take the phone from her hesitantly. Why is he calling Katy? Does everyone in this town have the phone number for everyone else? "Hello." "Remind me we need to get you a cell phone." Ridge starts mid-conversation. "Um, okay." "Do you have plans tonight?"