Knox
As I step out from the bathroom, my phone begin to buzz. With steady steps, I walk to the bed and grab my phone.
An unknown number.
A tight frown crosses my face and I drop the phone on the bed. I take off a towel hanging around my neck and begin to dry my wet hair dripping with water.
The continuous buzz of my phone interrupt the silence of the night. I'm the only one at home.
Gina had gone to see a friend, and Emma, still working I suppose.
I slid my thumb across the glowing screen, pressing the phone to my ear.
The wail of police sirens from the background jolts me into panic.
“Is this Mr. Knox Williams?”
My heart skip.
“Yes. Who is this?”
“A police officer. Your employee, Emma Collins, she's been attacked close to the train station.”
A cold shiver crawls down my spi
