Saints Row 2 Phone Book Novels & Stories

The hostess pointed behind her without looking up from the seating chart she was marking. Anya took another calming breath. "I'm sorry, but do you also have a phone book I could borrow?" The hostess gave her an impatient look as she dragged a telephone book out from a shelf in the stand and shoved it at her. Please let there not be a hundred people with his name. But luck was with her. There was only one Augustus D'Amato listed. With shaking fingers she slipped the coin in the slot and dialed the number.

The engine hummed alive beneath him, and the world outside seemed to slow. Just then, his phone buzzed on the dashboard. A single text notification glowed on the screen. Unknown Number: Saint Mercy Medical. 5317 Arbor Ridge. He stared at the message, and something in his chest twisted as his fingers tightened around the wheel. Without hesitation, he shifted the car into gear, tires crunching softly on the gravel as he pulled away from the estate.

"Now, what ought to we do? You can only hope that he didn't look at your phone since he took it and wouldn't give it back." Stella extended her arm to massage her sore forehead. Riley cursed as she looked at her helplessly, "You are stupid, You have nothing to be concerned about if you have erased the documents." Stella remained silent. "I'll send you to the business initially. Be at ease.” Once she had the phone, Riley said, "Use this phone first." Stella gave a nod, "Me! How about you?” "This is my backup phone, I still have my main phone."

Thank you. She kissed him on his cheek and continued holding his hand. Bruce's phone rang. - Boss. - Yes Phillip. - This number is untraceable, it was a burned phone, but I can give you their last location, from where they sent the message. - Give it to me. - It is on 3rd avenue and E28th. The Starbucks cafe. - Thank you. Can you call Brad and George, so they can go check the place out, maybe get the security video, so we can see if someone we know was there.

" Kamal inquired: "What's their phone number?" He pulled out his own, ready to dial. The receptionist checked the computer and said: > "01603366336." Kamal entered the number and put the phone to his ear, but a voicemail played: "The number you are calling is not in service." Hisham Mirghani looked at the receptionist and said bluntly: "Thank you." Kamal nodded. The two generals left the hotel and got into the police car. The car roared forward, leaving the front of the Stars Hotel behind, carrying with it the generals' frustration and the burning anger it had built up inside them.

"Yeah. After school yesterday, I drove down because I thought most of my mom’s old things would still be at the house. Or the shed." "And?" My voice cracked, my heart racing. Rowan opened a drawer and rummaged through old papers and notebooks until he pulled out something thick, dusty, and leather-bound. He placed it carefully on the bed between us. "I found this," he said. "An old phone book." I stared at it, blinking. "A phone book? Like... an actual phone book?" "Don’t judge, my mom wasn’t that old." he said, flipping it open. "It was my grandpa’s. The old guy kept every number from vineyard workers, managers, suppliers and everyone who worked for him at some point."

Did he just---? “Shut up, you fucking slut!” he roared, and to my relief, I heard both Cracker and Grace reply to his command. I let out a low sigh of relief, but didn’t allow myself to linger. I grabbed Cook’s phone, praying that he wasn’t dead. Luckily, there was no password, but that’s unfortunately where my luck ran out. I didn’t recognize any of the names on here. Steve?! Who the fuck was Steve? And Patrick?! Of course! The man whose phone I could get my hands on, and he had the actual names of his brothers listed as his contacts...

I was taken aback, staring at the phone screen in confusion as Elijah pointed out the contact list. “I do?” I repeated, unsure what I was seeing. Elijah grinned. “Yeah, see? It’s already saved. You’ve got Callahan’s number here, along with Matt’s, Drusilla’s, and a few other pack contacts.” I blinked at the screen, trying to process it. “I never really checked the phone much. I don’t get calls or messages... It was just something to carry around, you know?” I mumbled, my cheeks heating up.

Gustave suggested "Yes, you are right," Nick said and searched for his phone "Where is my dam phone," he yelled "Nick, Nick," Gustave called out to him realizing he is agitated "I would help you find Ruth," Gustave promised and picked up his phone from the table which he handed to him "Your phone," he said Nick took it from him with a thank you He unlocked it and went into his contacts and scrolled through and retrieved a number which he dialled immediately "Hello, I have a job for you," he said as soon as the call connected

The way the tall man in the shadows had stood there—still, unmoved, almost bored. Like it meant nothing. Arielle pressed her palms against her temples. “Maybe I imagined it,” she whispered into the silent apartment. But the words sounded weak even to her own ears. Because deep down she knew. She hadn’t imagined anything. The proof sat inches away on the coffee table. Her phone. The same phone she had used to dial Christian’s number that drunken night at the bar. The same phone that had connected her to a stranger with a voice too calm, too confident, too dangerous.