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I added. "Grab your phone and call her, will you?" She looked at me with a faint frown forming on her lips. "Fine, I will. I'll call her." I muttered, rolling my eyes as I pulled out my phone from my pocket to dial Lisa's digits. (212) 555_0179 Just then, the bartender walked up to our table with a silver platter in his hold and a menu book on it which he placed on the table, ready to take our orders.

Jason was leaning over the laptop and Derek was nodding taking out his cell. “Put it on speaker. I want to tell you ‘I told you so’ the moment she answers.” Stacy was still leaning back, shaking her head. I leaned up against my desk, staring at nothing but space. My mind lost with everything I was trying to process right now. Derek cleared his throat before hitting the call button. Setting it on the desk, he placed it on speaker and leaned forward. A male voice answered. “Book Nook, how can I help you?” “Hello, I’m looking for an Evelyn Harris?”

Then his phone screen went dark. "It went through," he said. "I think it went through." The cold kept coming. -- Third Person POV Rowan was behind the reception desk at the club when his phone buzzed. The coordinates came through attached to a location pin, followed by a single line of text: Crevasse fall. Need rescue. Two people. One immobile. He recognized Soren's number. He was already dialing emergency services with one hand and reaching for his radio with the other when Pierce walked back in from the parking lot, still in his jacket.

However, it still showed that the number did not exist. The police officer, who was standing at the side, jotted down the phone number and immediately called his colleagues to look it up. “It’s really Rowan Pierce. His name is really Rowan Pierce. I’m not lying to you...” Christina muttered over and over again as she slumped onto the ground, trying to convince them. Greg, who was watching all this from the side, was fuming, especially when Christina mentioned the name Rowan over and over. He took out his cell phone immediately, dialed Rowan’s number, then turned on the speakerphone.

He opened the text from Fanel. ​Sir. Madam called. She knows you left the city. She is extremely distressed. August stared at the glowing words. ​Spring. ​"Delete the message," he whispered to himself pressing the button on the phone. He didn't type a reply. He shut the phone off completely and dropped it into the pocket. ​"Sister," he said, turning back to the nun, "I need you to show me exactly where Tommy parks his truck." ​"It's late, Mr. Harrington. The docks are dangerous right now."

Even on my social media. But who am I kidding, Gavin does not have my phone number but then, he didn't ask for it... A beep came from my phone and I unlocked it again. It was a message from an unknown number. ‘Stone Hill Bar. 4590 Carter street. Its off the borders of the pack, in Sin City.’ The message read. Just as cold and straightforward as Gavin. I saved the number as 'Grumpy alpha' and walked out of the pack house after bidding Emily goodbye.

“Another phone?” “Yes.” “Is it missing?” “Yes.” “Can you trace it?” “We’re working on it now.” “Then do it.” “Yes, sir.” “I want another update before the end of the day.” “You’ll have it.” “And Carter?” “Yes?” “Find them.” Steve’s expression hardened. “We will.” The call ended. Steve lowered his phone. Dan looked over. “Steve.” Steve turned. Dan pointed at the screen. “I found something else.” ⸻ The location records for Alexander Whitmore, Dominic Sterling, and Rowan Blackwood were open on the desk.

I had enough fury and rage to last for days, enough to share with anyone else who chose to cross me, but I wanted to continue to save it up for one man: Daren. My phone rang as I opened the door and got into the driver's seat. I quickly pulled out my phone and held it to my ear. "What?" "We found him. He's in a gambling den on the outskirts of town. It's called the Ivory Fountain off of Polaris and Spring Street."

I hated that I wanted to bleed. I stood still for a second, resting my hand on the bar where she had been. But soon, her accusation hit me. Cathy. I didn't turn around to look for the blonde. I pulled my phone from my cut. My thumb hovered over the keypad. I typed in the number Mila had recited. It was burned into my memory instantly. 763718388. I hit the call button and pressed the phone to my ear. It rang once. Twice. “You have reached Caleb Sterling’s office. I am currently unavailable…”

I make sure I have my phone and slip it into my backpack and off I go. I am looking around and taking some pictures when I pull my phone out to check the time. I notice I have twelve unread texts from Jaidyn, Brady, and Gabby. I also have six missed calls from Jaidyn. I don’t bother calling, I am literally back at the bus. “There she is.” I hear Trevor yell. I watch as they all come running towards me. I flinch back a little as they get to me. What is the problem?