The mysterious caller didn't say he was going to kill me, but he regretted letting me live.
Was he planning to kill me?
I sat hugging my knees, and my eyes moved restlessly. My ears couldn't hear anything other than my chattering teeth.
My phone was still on the floor. I didn't know what condition it was in, maybe the LCD screen was cracked. Alpha Romeo would definitely wonder what happened to the phone he gave me.
“Who was that mysterious caller?”
I tried to remember the voice of the unknown caller and then dug into my memory to discover if I had ever heard a voice like that.
“He didn’t use a voice changer. It seemed like his real voice.”
Although I didn’t have a cell phone for a year at Alpha Johannes’ house, our room had a small television, and every night, the other slaves and I
