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‘Who is this?’ Clarissa snapped, trying to sound more confident than she felt.
‘You thought you got away from me, didn’t you?’
Ginny jumped out of her chair and rushed to the window. She peeked through the drapes and saw an empty driveway and nothing more.
‘I’m hanging up,’ she said firmly.
'Do that, and I won't give you the good stuff tomorrow night.'
Ginny pulled the phone from her ear and checked the screen again, as though the anonymous title might have morphed into the real caller’s name.
It didn’t, but in a moment of clarity, it all connected.
‘Jake, you asshole,’ Ginny cried. ‘You think that’s funny?’
Ginny’s boyfriend, and possibly soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. Never one to shy away from an uncomfortable joke.
A burst of laughter down the phone line. ‘Gotcha.’
‘Got me? Two people are dead, you idiot. What if I’d have called the police on you?’
‘That’s why I hid my number,’ Jake laughed.
‘I’m not laughing. I’m looking after two kids here. You think I need your dumb pranks at a time like this?’
Jake stuttered. ‘Look, I'm really sorry, Gin. It was a stupid move. I thought I could lighten the mood, make you laugh or something.’
Ginny marched around the room, too amped up to sit still. ‘It’s immature shit like this why I have my doubts about you. You’re twenty-four. Give the frat boy shtick a rest.’
‘God, I'm really sorry, Ginny. I swear I won't pull anything like this ever again.’
There were notes of remorse in his tone, but the boy had shown his true colors. The immaturity was too much to handle. Where were the courteous men these days, Ginny wondered.
‘Whatever. Tomorrow night’s canceled. We’re done.’
‘Gin, come on, don’t…’ Jake began, but Ginny ended the call and threw her phone down on the couch. Another one bites the dust. She returned herself, grabbed the book and lost herself. After what felt like an eternity of trying to concentrate on her book, Ginny decided to make herself a cup of tea to calm her nerves. As she took her first sip, her phone rang again.
Ginny breathed a deep sigh, returned to the living room and saw the same ominous sight again.
UNKNOWN.
If that little slug was going to grovel, she wasn’t interested.
But she had to admit, it would be nice to hear him uncomfortable for a minute or two.
She answered the call.
‘Jake, go away. I don’t want to...’
‘This isn’t Jake,’ the voice cut her off.
A chill pricked at Ginny’s fingertips. The voice on the other end was rough, low, distorted. It had a depth to it that Jake’s didn’t.
‘You should've hung up when you had the chance,’ the voice continued.
Ginny's heart raced. She searched for words, her mind racing, trying to make sense of the situation. ‘Who is this?’ she finally managed.
‘You don't know me, but I know you,’ the voice replied with an eerie calm. ‘I've been watching.’
