When The Phone Rings Who Is The Kidnapper Novels & Stories

The other said, his folding face, so impatient. “Really? And you’re wearing a mask?” my tone snapped, though weak. “Who the hell comes to someone’s house masked and asks them to just follow them?” I was raising my voice on purpose. Maybe neighbors would hear. Just maybe. A phone rang. One of the kidnappers—the bigger one—checked his wristwatch. “Hello, Captain,” he said. I listened closely, trying to catch anything useful. “She’s stubborn to get out of here,” he said after a pause.

"This suburb is not far away from a waste factory. Maybe we can go there to take a look!" Just then, his cell phone rang suddenly! Allen Peterson was shocked. "Did the kidnappers call?" He took out his mobile phone. The caller has a weird phone number, and it seems their trying to hide their actual number to disguise their identity. "Hello, who are you?" Allen Peterson said in a hurry "Haha, Dr. Peterson, who I am is not important, and what's important is that your wife is in our hands now." The other side sneered, and the voice of the speech was as cold as a machine.

"That's impossible!" Alicia insisted. "Say that again!" "It's true. I asked around and found out that no rescue team was ever sent out that day. The kidnappers killed her the moment the three-day deadline passed. The Fangorian court is already preparing to start the trial," the caller reported. Alicia's phone slipped from her hand with a clatter, the screen shattering when it hit the floor. She stumbled backward, her heels kicking up even more of the ashes.

It was as if every inch of the road had special security checkpoints. By the time the fourth officer stopped me, my knuckles had gone white from how hard I was clenching the steering wheel, all just to keep my frustration in. Same checks, same questions, same frustration. I kept staring at my phone, waiting for a call from Aria. There was nothing. No call, no text. And when I tried to call, it was switched off. Of course. Which kidnapper leaves their phone on? I was only thirty minutes from the gates when the phone finally rang.

Alex was devoted to his client but cold and indifferent to me, his wife of seven years. How ironic. As the kidnappers finished their meal and smoked, I could not afford to waste my time in self-pity. I quickly called the police. However, the kidnappers messed with the phone, making it impossible to dial any emergency numbers. Helpless, I called the bodyguard association's hotline instead. "Sorry, ma'am, all the bodyguards in the city have been deployed by Captain Walter to the suburbs for a rescue mission. We will keep an eye on you and send help from the neighboring city in about two hours. Please protect yourself."

Olivia’s Point of View My phone rang unexpectedly. The number on the screen was unfamiliar. I hesitated for a brief moment before gathering the courage to answer. “Who is this?” I asked cautiously. “Good morning, Olivia. This is Jack. Rose gave me your number before. She’s been kidnapped by Aaron, and I need your help finding out where he’s keeping her,” Jack’s deep, steady voice came through the receiver. He wasted no time, getting straight to the point.

I panic and pace, the guy mutters something and I remove the gag. "I'm sorry," I quickly say, and he chuckles. "Oh, it was worth it. However, if you don't want a bullet in the back of your head, I suggest you take the phone out of my pocket and hit the name Evan and let me call off the rescue," he says while smiling. "No, no, because, no. Shit!" Reaching for my phone, I hit the number. "That was quick, Demi," Ryan laughs. "Who the fuck have you kidnapped, Ryan! It's not Dean! I fucked him, I fucked a stranger," I shout and he laughs.

I dodged his blade and pleaded, "Please, just let me make a call." He scoffed. "Who exactly are you planning to call? Your captain? Keep dreaming." "Ryan," I said. The kidnapper burst into laughter and kicked me hard. "Officer Cullen, are you serious? Do you really think you matter that much to Mr. Jamison?" He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my phone against my face. "Go on then. Let's see." After a few rings, the call was cut off. That seemed to excite him even more. He dialed again. Ryan hung up once more.

‎ ‎Thirty minutes later, his phone rang. ‎ ‎“Sir, it seems Miss Claire has been kidnapped. We found her phone lying on the roadside,” reported the bodyguard, his voice carefully steady over the line. ‎ ‎Conrad’s eyes narrowed, and a cold fury settled over him. “Who did this?” His voice was icy, sharp enough to cut through steel. ‎ ‎“We’re investigating. Whoever did this… they’re extremely secretive,” the bodyguard replied cautiously. ‎

The cold metal made him pause for a second. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open. It was empty. Only a single chair was placed in the center of the room, with an old-fashioned tape recorder on it. Eric stepped closer and pressed play. The kidnapper's voice came out. It was distorted by a voice changer. "Mr. Hammond, you got here quickly. Too bad this is only the warm-up." At that moment, Eric's phone rang and cut through the silence. The whole thing felt a little sinister.