Who Killed Phone Guy Novels & Stories

His face was blank as usual as he lowered and reached into the dead man's pocket. He pulled out a phone and gave it to me. I unlocked the screen with a flip of my fingers. There were a couple of numbers on the phone and a few deleted messages. “Have someone go through it,” I ordered throwing the phone back at Maximus. He caught it with ease. Vance and his engineers appeared, and they gasped at the sight. “Jesus, you killed him,” Vance complained. “He shot himself,” Maximus replied. “Oh no. I knew he had a drug problem, but never expected it to be this deep,” Vance said. He looked disgusted.

He was surprised to see he was already dead and pulled out his phone out to call Salmah. "You killed him yet?" She asked once she picked the call. She had been filled with anxiety and prayed more than ever to any deity to preserve his life. "Someone apparently killed him" Salmah was surprised to hear the news. "Okay listen up, just get out of there immediately" George hanged up and put back his gun into his clothing and rushed out of the room and made his way out of the lobby through the exit door, where Salmah was waiting for him..

Before he could reply his end came. “Damn it!” Saul was more than dejected. When he thought he had no hope to reach the mastermind of this ceasefire, he saw the phone vibrating in the dead man’s pocket. He picked the call. “Hey Kalian, did you already kill Saul Campbell and Lawrence Brown?” “My father-in-law and I are safe. Your time starts now. Finish your last minute tasks on earth before I come to have your head for my meal.” Saul spoke but before his voice could reach the recipient a strong hand obstructed from behind and the phone got disconnected.

Thankfully, I found his pulse and he was breathing and was alive. Well, it was a big relief to me that I didn't kill anyone. I found his phone on the floor which was still on. I picked up the phone from the floor and someone was still on the phone. " Hello, Cleo. What happened? Why are you not talking to me?... Cleo, I am coming to you." he said on the other side of the phone and I hung up the call quickly because I was afraid that he might come, out of the phone.

Kenny answers "Hello?" "Kenny is Kyler with you?" "Hello?" "Kenny?" "Bro, someone phoned me, but this place has bad signal how will it take?" hear Kyler speaking in the background "Kenny get off the phone I still have a lot to do if Carla finds out about this because you are talking on your phone, I will kill you myself" Then Kenny hangs up.

"Although, the only thing I found in them was on one of their inner shorts as I guess that whoever dumped them off there, must have removed everything inside the pockets like their phones and the likes. If not, that would have been of a great help, like tracking their phones and the likes to see who they must have been communicating with and all of that. But for this phone number, I tried to call the line but after it rang, it wasn't picked up. I have called it up to 4 times or so, on my way here but nobody picked the call. Maybe, I will have to try it again or else, we will resolve to track this number to know who owns it because that might be of help. Maybe, inviting the person that owns t

Dante’s POV My phone buzzed with a news alert. I frowned, reading the headline. I read the text again, unable to believe it. “Breaking News: Suspected Kingpin in Child Trafficking Ring Found Dead in Prison. Sources close to the investigation confirm that Paul Dunne, the businessman accused of masterminding a global trafficking operation, has been killed in a prison fight. Details are still coming in, but officials say he was attacked by another inmate and died shortly after arrival at the hospital.”

The man who spoke got shot in an instant and was dead just like that. Everyone fell silent. The only sound in the air was the ringing phone on the dead body. Mick looked around him coldly while the phone rang. He knew that it was his phone and he had to feel around the corpse to find it in the end. Mick found the phone in the inner pocket of the corpse's suit. It was a phone call from their headquarters in East Capital. Mick had to pick it up no matter how unwilling he was. "Hello, Mr. Cutler. Do you have any orders?"

I immediately said. That got their attention. The older officer frowned. “What kind of crime?” My fingers shook as I raised my phone. “A man was killed. I saw it happen and I recorded part of it.” The younger officer’s expression changed, turning serious. “Where?” “At the Langford Hotel. In the parking lot.” The older one came around the desk. “Who was the shooter?” I looked him right in the eye. “Kieran Volkov.” Silence. It stretched for so long, I thought they might have not heard what I said.

Slowly, I moved away from the door and sank into the couch, my mind spinning with questions I couldn’t answer. I walked over to the counter and grabbed a cup of water. Gulping it all down, I returned to the couch feeling a bit more relaxed. I picked up the remote, hoping to find something more entertaining to lighten my mood, when my phone rang. I walked over and picked it up—it was Eric. “Elena, are you there?” “Yes, what is it?” I replied. “The guy that attacked you… he’s dead. They just called me—he stabbed himself.” “What?!”* I froze. How is that even possible?