Day 65: Telephone — The Shark Agenda

Write about a phone call you recently received.

"Ms. Young? Are you still there? Are you still with us?"

His voice was rough but otherwise pleasant, but I knew what he wanted and he wasn't going to get it. He'd have to kill me first. I shuddered. He just might kill me.

"As I've told you before, Mr. Dude Who Won't Tell Me His Name, I don't know where my client is. She gave me two months' worth of work and then disappeared," I lied.

I was in the middle of packing my suitcase when he called. I didn't answer the first time, so he called six more times until I picked up.

"Is that why you had an 18 minute phone call with a phone number associated with her?" He asked.

I froze. Shit. Think fast, Vanessa.

"First of all, how the fuck would you know that? Second of all, I was on the phone with her wife, who is looking for her too," I said. "You know what? This conversation is over and if you continue to harass me I will go to the police."

The man chuckled. "You and I both know you won't do that. Ms. Young-"

I hung up, blocked the number and finish packing. I ran around the apartment looking for anything I might have missed, then locked up and got the hell out of the city.

My family was meeting me at the undisclosed location for a rendezvous. If everything went according to plan, everyone should get out this safely, more or less.

Please, God, let us get out of this safely.

“Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.”