Jaclyn

Buzz. 

Buzz.

What the hell was that noise?

Buzz.

Buzz.

Oh, right, my phone. It was on vibrate. On the dining table, I assumed.

Buzz.

Buzz.

I was far too tired to pick it up. If it was important, they’d leave a message.

Buuuuuuzz.

Silence.

…BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Yep, see. That meant there was a voicemail. I shut my eyes. 10 minutes later and I still couldn’t fall asleep. Trying was wasting my time. Might as well listen to the voicemail.

Stood up. Walked over to the dining table. Picked up the cellphone. Dialed my own number. Dialed the pass code. 

“Call me. Immediately.”

I sighed. Pressed ‘Call Back.’

Ring, ring. Ring, ring. 

“Hello?”

“You wanted me to call you?”

“Ah, right. As you know, 4 months ago, my sister and brother went missing. I suspect your little friend has something to do with that. Where is the girl?”

I gulped, “He took her. 3 months ago. If they’ve been missing, why are you just calling now?”

“If he took her, why are you only informing me of this now?”

“Because I thought maybe you let him go!” I was almost yelling. 

She sighed, “Never mind that. He killed my brother and sister. I can’t let him get away with this. I’m on my way with an old friend. And YOU are helping us find him and finish this, whether you like it or not.”

“Why me? And what about Danielle?”

“Because you were the one who carelessly let her go when I specifically told you not to let him get to her. I told you to keep her there with you and make certain she didn’t remember anything. Especially not him. She probably knows everything by now. Go ahead and kill her too.”

“Fine. Amber, does he have any idea that was your twin he killed and not you?”

She laughed menacingly.

“Not a clue.”