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he said.
“I’m at my parents’ house to feed the cats, and there is a horrible message on the machine, and you need to hear it.” The words spilled out a mile a minute. She put the phone next to the answering machine and hit play again. The robot voice announced she had two messages and what time they were recorded. It began the pocket call and she skipped it. Then the robotic voice announced a call this morning at
11:30 am
. Then the horrible breathy voice.
When it was over, she picked the phone back up.
“Slow down Mitzy, what was all that?”
“The message, from my parents’ answering machine. Did you hear it? The second one?”
“The short one?”
“Yeah, did you understand? The voice said I wasn’t wrong. I mean they said, ‘You’re not wrong.’ Why would they say that? Is it about the murder? How did they know to call here?”
“Didn’t the machine say that the call came at
11:30
?”
“Yes.”
“What time is it now?” Alonzo asked. Mitzy pulled the phone away from her ear and looked.
11:42 am
. “Mitzy, its only
11:40
. That call came ten minutes ago. Does anyone know you are there?”
“Just Carmella. I told her I was coming here around lunchtime to take care of the cats. No one knows I am here.”
Alonzo was quiet. “I’m all the way out in Huddington working on the community center. I can’t get there fast. Just leave the stuff where it is, get in your car, and drive here as quickly as you can. Be fast and don’t get off of the phone, do you understand?”
Mitzy was already at the front door when he started his instructions. She had the house locked and her car door open before he had finished. “Okay, I’m driving.” Her breath was fast and caught at the top of her lungs. Her hands were still shaking.
“Keep talking until you get to the first big road then put the phone down so you won’t get pulled over, but leave it on.”
“Do you think it was the killer?” Mitzy whispered.
“Who else could it have been?” he asked.
Mitzy saw the first big intersection coming. She wished she had Bluetooth set up. She hit her speakerphone button while she had a second and tossed the phone on the dashboard in front of her. “What if it was a wrong number or a crank call, or what if it was for my parents?”
“Or what if it was the person who tried to kill you earlier but got the wrong person. What if they followed you to your parents’ house and called you right before you walked in?” Alonzo asked. “You’re on the Mafia’s radar, babe. We’re not taking any chances.”
“The job site is busy right now. Tons of guys are here finishing the interior. Come to the trailer and set up your office. Just work here today with me. As soon as you get here, we’ll call the police. You didn’t delete the message, did you?”
“Of course not,” Mitzy said. “I should be there in about ten minutes.”
“Okay. I’ve got work to do, but I’m clipping the phone to my belt and leaving you on. Feel free to scream if anything happens.”
“Will do.” It made her smile which helped relieve the tension a little. She wasn’t sure if she was shaking from fear or hunger, so she drove through Burgerville on the way to Alonzo’s work site and got a salmon salad for herself and a Colossal burger for Alonzo.
Alonzo took a huge bite of his burger and nodded his head in agreement. He chewed thoughtfully and then swallowed. After a gulp of soda, he answered her question. “Yeah,” he said. “We may have just overreacted. But that was one creepy message. If you are being followed and intimidated I’d rather they follow you here. There are a lot of guys here. Big guys.”
Mitzy’s eyes followed his glance out the window. Two men were carrying a piece of plate glass on some kind of metal carrying thing. Their arm muscles bulged. “I agree. I’d rather work from your trailer than from my office just now. The trouble is , I’m following through with my plan for some time off.
“I’m at my parents’ house to feed the cats, and there is a horrible message on the machine, and you need to hear it.” The words spilled out a mile a minute. She put the phone next to the answering machine and hit play again. The robot voice announced she had two messages and what time they were recorded. It began the pocket call and she skipped it. Then the robotic voice announced a call this morning at
11:30 am
. Then the horrible breathy voice.
When it was over, she picked the phone back up.
“Slow down Mitzy, what was all that?”
“The message, from my parents’ answering machine. Did you hear it? The second one?”
“The short one?”
“Yeah, did you understand? The voice said I wasn’t wrong. I mean they said, ‘You’re not wrong.’ Why would they say that? Is it about the murder? How did they know to call here?”
“Didn’t the machine say that the call came at
11:30
?”
“Yes.”
“What time is it now?” Alonzo asked. Mitzy pulled the phone away from her ear and looked.
11:42 am
. “Mitzy, its only
11:40
. That call came ten minutes ago. Does anyone know you are there?”
“Just Carmella. I told her I was coming here around lunchtime to take care of the cats. No one knows I am here.”
Alonzo was quiet. “I’m all the way out in Huddington working on the community center. I can’t get there fast. Just leave the stuff where it is, get in your car, and drive here as quickly as you can. Be fast and don’t get off of the phone, do you understand?”
Mitzy was already at the front door when he started his instructions. She had the house locked and her car door open before he had finished. “Okay, I’m driving.” Her breath was fast and caught at the top of her lungs. Her hands were still shaking.
“Keep talking until you get to the first big road then put the phone down so you won’t get pulled over, but leave it on.”
“Do you think it was the killer?” Mitzy whispered.
“Who else could it have been?” he asked.
Mitzy saw the first big intersection coming. She wished she had Bluetooth set up. She hit her speakerphone button while she had a second and tossed the phone on the dashboard in front of her. “What if it was a wrong number or a crank call, or what if it was for my parents?”
“Or what if it was the person who tried to kill you earlier but got the wrong person. What if they followed you to your parents’ house and called you right before you walked in?” Alonzo asked. “You’re on the Mafia’s radar, babe. We’re not taking any chances.”
“The job site is busy right now. Tons of guys are here finishing the interior. Come to the trailer and set up your office. Just work here today with me. As soon as you get here, we’ll call the police. You didn’t delete the message, did you?”
“Of course not,” Mitzy said. “I should be there in about ten minutes.”
“Okay. I’ve got work to do, but I’m clipping the phone to my belt and leaving you on. Feel free to scream if anything happens.”
“Will do.” It made her smile which helped relieve the tension a little. She wasn’t sure if she was shaking from fear or hunger, so she drove through Burgerville on the way to Alonzo’s work site and got a salmon salad for herself and a Colossal burger for Alonzo.
Alonzo took a huge bite of his burger and nodded his head in agreement. He chewed thoughtfully and then swallowed. After a gulp of soda, he answered her question. “Yeah,” he said. “We may have just overreacted. But that was one creepy message. If you are being followed and intimidated I’d rather they follow you here. There are a lot of guys here. Big guys.”
Mitzy’s eyes followed his glance out the window. Two men were carrying a piece of plate glass on some kind of metal carrying thing. Their arm muscles bulged. “I agree. I’d rather work from your trailer than from my office just now. The trouble is , I’m following through with my plan for some time off.
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