"What's wrong, Gina?" The detective Elvis asked, as he seated on her sofa taking out his biro and notepad. She had sweat dripping down her forehead despite the functioning fan. She was in total trauma. It had barely been a few minutes before the cops came in with a detective when she'd reported being threatened. "Gina, you are safe. Tell me what the message said."
Gina finally got back to her senses and nodded. She grabbed her phone which she kept a few meters away from her and opened the last message she received. Rather than reread the lines, she'd outstretched the phone to the detective.
"Madam, you need to calm down. You will be okay." The detective wasn't successful in calming her down. He read the message and grunted.
"So here…." He began, massaging his chin. "This message quot
