"A private number? Do you think it is the blackmailer?" Elise asked, tapping Ellen's hand dramatically.
"I would not know until I pick it up," Ellen said, sliding her across the phone.
"It is him," Elise whispered as Ellen held the phone with it on loudspeaker.
"Hello, Ms. Everhart," the distorted voice rang through the phone.
"What is this?" Elise mouthed to her sister, and she responded with a shrug. She did not know why she was being asked this. She was as confused as her sister as to why the blackmailer was not bold enough to come out plain.
"I see that you are having so much difficulty," the voice said.
"Did you do this?" Ellen asked.
"I wish I did; it seems like there are a lot of people out to get you. However, I have proved—I mean tangible prove—to show the world that
