When The Phone Rings Who Is The Kidnapper Novels & Stories

Jenny said in frustration. “We should think up a plan before rushing off,” I said. “I know Davis and April have something to do with this. This is no kidnapping. If it was, a ransom demand should have been made” Sandra concluded. I was about to agree with her opinion when my phone rang. I stared at the unfamiliar number. “Hello?” “Hello? Is this Phillip Dale?” A voice asked. It didn’t sound human. “Yeah who is this?” I asked as I felt my heartbeat increase.

The silence stretched out for a moment while he listened as she struggled to comport herself "I will find him" he finally managed to say, hoping that it was enough comfort and ended the call. Just as soon as he hung up, his phone rang again almost immediately and he cursed again thinking that she was the one calling but when he glanced at the caller ID, he stilled. It was an unknown number and something tells him that it was his son's kidnapper. He quickly went inside where the police officers were, they immediately say up in expectation as he answered the call. They hoped that they could trace the call if it was the kidnapper that was calling.

I thought of her, Sarah. Just as I averted my gaze from the sky, the sound of my phone ringing pierced through my ears…it was Kai. I had left Kai in charge of guarding Sarah, so I wondered why he had called at such a time. “Speak,” I said once I put the phone to my ear. “Sir, Madam has been kidnapped!”

“I’ve just been finishing up some work in his house.” Frowning, she asked,. “Did he mention Bethany at all?” Stacy shook her head, looking puzzled. “No… but what’s this about?” Natalie opened her mouth to explain, but her phone buzzed in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out and saw an unknown number flashing on the screen. Her heart sank. It was the kidnappers. She glanced at Stacy before stepping away to answer the call. “Hello?” The voice on the other end was cold and menacing. “Miss Natalie, someone has paid the ransom.”

You'll never hear from us. The voice didn't say a word then burst out laughing again, sharp and cruel. "Tempting. But no." But while such futile hope was wrestling inside Bernice's brain, screaming for release. "please-” "Time's up, Bernice," The voice was just so final, just so chilling. "Say good-bye to your son. Without giving her even a chance to utter a word, one of the kidnappers wrestled the telephone from her grasp. The tall man went into action and pointed his gun toward her.

It was a perfectly timed execution. "Wait! There's one more file," the expert shouted. "An automated outgoing call!" He had the phone connected to his car's speakers. The audio began to play through the car’s speakers as Aiden sprinted back to his vehicle. A voice answered the call - a female voice. It was smooth, melodic, and hummed with a quiet authority. "Is the trap set?" she asked. "She’s at the door now," the kidnapper replied. "Good. Make sure the police arrive before she realizes she’s standing over a body."

Ally walked quickly towards me, handing me the cell phone with trembling hands. "It's the kidnapers, they want to talk to you." I quickly grabbed the phone from her hands, and touched the small icon that activated the speakerphone. "Hello?" A deep and raspy voice, which I thought belonged to the man in charge, started to talk: "Pay close attention, I'm here with the Mrs. And I'm even being very nice with you, but I don't intend to continue like this." "What do you want?" I let out nervously "Where is Camila?"

One of our investigators informed me. " Okay let's g--" I was interrupted by my phone ringing. "Who's this?" "Forgotten me so soon, Mr Roberts?" " It's him. I'm sure he's the guy who kidnapped Ellie." I whispered to the detective. " Put it on loudspeaker." He whispered back. I tapped the loudspeaker button on the screen. "Where's my family?" I sneered into the phone. " Relax. Relax. Relax." " Don't you fucking tell me to relax! I swear when I get you bastard, you'd be sorry."

“Fine! I’ll bring the money. Send me the location.” “I’ll send it to you in an hour. If you call the cops, your daughter is dead.” With that, the kidnapper grabbed Lysia’s chin tightly, delivering his final warning before hanging up the call. The moment he put the phone down, he leaned back in a chair, casually twirling a pair of scissors in his hands, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Lysia shuddered. This man was completely deranged. Suddenly, her phone rang again. This time, the screen showed another name. The kidnapper showed it to her and calmly asked her, “Who is this?”

“Did he stand me up? He really left me in this situation? Damn it… I never should’ve trusted him. He has no word!” She peeked at the kidnappers— three men guarding a frightened young girl. Another man was pacing near the entrance, talking to someone on the phone. “So? Did you call the masked woman? What did she say?” one kidnapper asked. “She’s not answering! Maybe she’s driving. Let’s give her a little more time.” Minutes passed. Raquel’s phone suddenly vibrated repeatedly. She hurried back to her car and answered. “What? Why can’t you wait? I’m busy driving! Just wait!” she snapped— still pretending to be “Elijah.”