My phone rang and vibrated. I grabbed it before it slipped off the dresser.
Private number.
I rejected the call, and checked the time. Two o’clock A.M.
It rang and vibrated again.
Private number.
Frustrated, I answered it.
“Who is this?” Dead silence. The line clicked, then dial tone.
All right. Probably a wrong number but then a minute later, another Private Number call.
I shut off the phone.
Definitely not Elena. She would call the apartment phone first.
Then the house phone rang. It startled me. Worried it was Elena and about Chel, I answered. Frustrated. I hissed, “Who the hell is this?”
“It’s me, Noah. Are you awake?”
I sighed.
Got worked up for nothing.
“Yeah, someone’s been trying to call me—on my cell. Was that you?”
“I just picked up this prepaid phone.”
“You sound
