Vance Black Phone の小説・ストーリー

Leo sensed something was amiss and shut his mouth, turning to look at Frost. "Hold a press conference for this evening and invite all major news channels. Also, because of your foolish words, I am deducting your bonus for this month" Having said that, he waved him away, and Vinca took the opportunity to slide out unnoticed, only for her to be called back. ***** Bernice smashed her phone on the floor breaking it. She was on the verge of losing it. The person she had paid to spy for her just called to inform her that the boss was having a press conference that evening to officially announce his engagement with Vinca.

The keys of his motorcycle jangled in his hands and he increased his pace. “What is that supposed to mean?” Lily sounded abrasive now. “Are you trying to accuse me of something? If so, then speak plainly, Vance.” “I’m talking about—“ He felt it; just a split second and he ducked. The dagger pierced into his phone, narrowly missing his hand, and the force of the throw pinned the phone to the wall. Vance turned, and saw the blonde man from before. He looked absolutely dapper in his coat and slacks and polo shirt. His grey eyes looked cold, and he had a cigarette in one hand.

“I’m fine. Can we head over to the basement now? Apparently, we have actual work to do.” We step into the garage. Sandy keeps chattering about finding a new space, but I tune her out, as usual. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out automatically. A new text. From Cameron. I drop everything on the table before even reading it. Cameron: Soy, this is Code Grey. I repeat, Code Grey! I blink at the screen, heart thudding. We have codes for everything. Instead of the usual Code Red for danger, we use Code Grey.

One bar of service had crept back onto the display. A text message flashed from the unknown number. *Vance knows about the cave-in. She knows the mercenaries are dead. She is calling in the local air grid. They are tracking the satellite signal from your phone right now. Before I could press the power button, the phone started to ring. The screen showed Vance’s private office number. I looked at Dominic. He nodded once, his face grim in the blue light. I swiped the screen and put the phone to my ear. I didn't say anything.

And even from where she knelt, even over the road noise, Zariah heard the tinny answer come through the phone. Vance is gone. He walked off the compound forty minutes ago, took a car, and dropped his phone in a trash can on Ponce. He knows, Malik. Somehow, he knows that we know. And boss, A pause. A breath, on the line, that I would hear in my nightmares. he pulled the campus detail. Zariah's protection roster for tomorrow. The library study group. He's the one who signs it, and an hour ago he signed every man off it. She's got no one on her tomorrow. He made sure of it before he ran.

Aiden looks up at the retreating tail lights of the black van, his face twisting into something primal and lethal. He pulls out his phone and hits a single speed-dial button. "Vivian Sumall," Aiden says, his voice like a death sentence as his gaze follows the van. "Watch her every step, bring me good reports, no mistakes!”

The closer I got to what I'd come here to do the more the distance between Elara-who-was-dead and Elara-who-was-standing-in-their-rooms would compress. I still had time. Just not unlimited time. My phone buzzed on the counter. Dara. I answered. "Yes," she said simply. "Someone named Greyson. He runs background work for people who don't want official channels. Vance called him late last night." I said nothing. "You know who he is?" she asked. "Thank you, Dara." I ended the call. For a moment I stood very still. Then I walked to the kitchen counter where my bag sat and found it in the front pocket where I'd put it without thinking — Liam Grant's business card.