Monday, 25/08
07:25
His palm had grown clammy, slick with sweat as Michael gripped the phone. The voice in his ear sent icy fear clenching through his heart and he tightened his jaw, trying to bite down on the trembling that raked through his whole body.
“Well…” continued the rasp in his ear, like the whisper of Satan. “I did say I wouldn’t give you time…”
Michael swallowed and threw nervous glances over his shoulder, ensuring that nobody, especially not the yellow panda girl, was listening. This wasn’t something he wanted anybody else hearing.
“I…” Michael swallowed again. His throat felt like starch paper. “I don’t know who you are…”
A breathy chuckle filled his ear. “Oh, but I know you, Michael. I told you, didn’t I? I know you better than you know yourself.”
“I’m telling the
