Unknown Caller Book Novels & Stories

Mable wiped her hands while asking. Blair frowned at the numbers on the screen. “There’s no caller ID. It seems to be a foreign number.”

"Unfortunately." “Christ!” He muttered through the speaker. “Send me the number now.” I did it while we were still on the call, fingers flying across the screen. There was a short stretch of silence, then Kade sighed. “It’s a burner phone. There's no trace.” I rubbed my face with both hands. “Shit!" Dona gave a sharp inhale beside me. “So we don't know who made that call?” Kade cut in before I could respond. “Not exactly, but listen August, this isn’t random. This has to tie back to what’s going on with your dad and Russell.”

What is it going to take to get my life back to being as calm as the surface of the pond? Sigh. If I could get just a little luck to come along my way. I’m sure things will slowly get back to normal. Dang. I don’t even know what normal is anymore. Ring…ring…ring…. I pull my phone out of my pocket and glance at the caller id. Unknown number. What the heck? My finger hovers over the screen for a moment before I finally answer it. “Hello.” A cold voice spills from the phone. “Is this Jimmy Kraft, former pack member of Twin Moon pack?”

"What brings you here all of a sudden?" Paige closed the door and took a seat in front of Caroline, handing her a folder. "I'm here to give you this. Take a look." Caroline accepted the folder, puzzled by its contents. She read through it and then looked at Paige. "These are Finn's call records, right?" Paige nodded. "Yes, Finn received numerous calls from unknown numbers at the end of last month, each lasting a few minutes. None of these numbers correspond to an MK employee."

“That wicked sister of mine! Why would she confess my feelings for you when I haven’t done it myself?” Vivienne chuckled. “So, are you going to let this chance slip away from your hands?” “Alright! Let’s go to the park.” My phone suddenly rang. An unregistered number appeared. No one knows my private number unless I know them personally. Who must this caller be? “Wait! I’ll just take this call.” “Sure.” I turned away from Vivienne and took the call. But no one is talking from the other side. What is wrong with the caller?

~SIERRA~ “Yes, thank you for picking up my call. There’s a number I want to track, can you do that?” “Yes, I will give you my email address, and you can send the number there.” “The caller is unknown, I want to know the location where the phone call was made, even when the number is private.” "Oh, I now get it. Okay, write down my address and come here tomorrow because for me to do that, I will need the phone,” he explained.

All my hope went out the window at the latter statement. “I’m on my way. Don't leave the call” I said as I walked out of my office completely ignoring my surroundings. In a few minutes, I was in Chris’s base, where he operated. “What's the problem Chris?” “We started with the telecoms. Even if the number is hidden, the provider can see it. But we found out that the call that came into your private phone came from a prepaid SIM. A burner phone to be precise” “So?” I was still confused about Chris’s jargon.

********************* ** 9. 30 pm** “What? Data inaccessible?” Ken exclaimed at the pop up message on the laptop screen, how can that be? Does that mean that Anita was using an unregistered caller ID? No, but it wasn’t possible to use an ID when registering it first. So why couldn’t he access Anita’s registration details on the network bearer’s database? Or was it that the network bearer has made their database unhackable?

Zander is smiling. I pick up the phone. “This is Ken.” “Hold on,” I add Jake. “North Moon.” “Alpha Jake please,” I say to the unknown voice. “May I say whose calling?” “The assholes and if he doesn’t get on the phone we are going to get cranky,” Ken answers for me. “You hold for Jake, I’m adding Fred,” I say. “Fred Killgon.” “Are we all here?” I ask. “I need to be able to tell Alpha Jake who is calling,” the unknown voice repeats.

Seeing that she was still deeply asleep, I quietly exited the room and checked the caller ID. “Khalid,” I muttered under my breath, reading the name glowing on the screen. I hadn’t saved the number on my new phone on purpose. I didn’t want Tyler getting suspicious. But thanks to the Truecaller app installed, it identified Khalid’s name clean and clear. “Any news?” I asked, making sure I had already walked down the corridor. I stood at the far end, peering directly into the living room. “We’re almost done. Just wanted to confirm your order, Lola,” Khalid replied.