ALEXANDER'S POV
I stared at my phone, tightening my grip around it until my knuckles turned white.
Who was texting me with Mirabelle's number? This was obviously murder, and whoever it is seems to be enjoying the game.
"Call the number," The detective ordered.
I called it immediately, It rang, but there was no response. I called again, and again, yet no answer.
The next message that came into my phone paralyzed me.
"Hey Lover boy, I also have baby Rubby."
The words on the screen blurred as fear rushed through my veins.
The detective, too, seemed impressed, if not scared.
A cold chill ran down my spine. My heart pounded violently against my ribs as I frantically dialled the number again. Each ring felt like a lifetime, each second stretching into unbearable eternity. No answer. I
