Rubbing my temples, I made a rough guess of whom it might be and opened it.
I grabbed my phone in one hand and rested my chin on the other as I clicked on the message.
"Catherine Amelia Collins. Tssk Tssk. How's life? Well the view is quite nice tonight don't you think? You might be wondering who I am. Well right you know me. Or should I say you used to. Before that little accident. Ooh! That reminds me. Could that accident be intentional or not? Well that we do not know. Till the next time. Ciao."
Unknown**
I frowned when I got to the button part of the letter and tried checking who the sender was but surprisingly, it was blank. All that was included was the date and time the message was sent.
Confused, I tried to reply or at least ask who it was but no matter how hard I tried it kept repeating 'The sender doesn't support replies'
I reread the letter to see if there was a clue but the only thing I could catch was that the sender was trying to sow a seed of doubt in me. Whether it was an accident. Have I ever thought it that way? Nope.
A thought flashed through my mind, and I hastily flipped through the pages of my diary. The driver that hit me was in his early forties. He had a wife and a little kid in his car when the accident happened. The driver was badly injured too, but not to the point that it threatened his life while the wife just sustained a few minor injuries.
My dad had also found the whole incident suspicious the first time but when he dug deeper, he found out that it was really an accident. The statement given by the wife Bryan was that her and her husband were on their way to the airport and since they were already late, he pressed hard on the brake as soon as the light turned green.
Her answer was reasonable and no one pressed the matters further, considering the fact that the driver was still in the hospital and his family had to find ways to pay the hospital bill.
But what the sender said made the whole thing seem suspicious.
First, she never stated why they ran late.
Two, I except for the ticket, there wasn't any identification card on them. Except his driver's license.
Three, since I got discharged, it's like they had disappeared from the face of earth because I stopped hearing news about them.
With the sudden realization, I figured I couldn't find out anything about it even if I tried, so I made a decision. And that is to report it to my dad. Since he has been suspicious of the whole incident since the start, he would be the best person to let in the know about this.
I walked to my parents room and knocked the door, silently hoping they were not asleep. With my phone clutched tightly on one hand, I kept knocking on the door till I heard dad groan from inside.
"Who's there?"
"It's my dad. Cat" I replied, and I heard the sound of his groggy footsteps as he approached the door.
"What's it" he asked, poking his head out, not opening the door fully, and I made a rough guess of what I might be interrupting.
I felt beat rise up in my face, and I cleared my throat to stop my wild imaginations.
"Dad I have something to tell you."
"Can it wait till tomorrow?" He asked and I shook my head continuously.
"No it's urgent."
"Give me a few minutes" and with that he slammed the door shut.
I get that he is mad. I mean who wouldn't be, but I couldn't care less because what I had to tell him is very urgent.
After a few minutes, the bedroom door opened and a fully dressed dad came out of it.
He stood by the door and crossed his hands over his chest. Something he does whenever he is mad. I would have said sorry, but I knew I couldn't say what I was saying sorry for, so I just kept quiet and went straight to the point.
"It's about the accident." I whispered and his face suddenly turned serious before motioning for me to follow him.
He led me to the study and closed the door behind me.
"What about the accident?" He frowned, looking into my eyes.
"Am not sure if this is a clue or not, but I received this message tonight. " I handed him my phone, and he took it, reading the content of the message.
By the time he was done, a deep frown had formed on his face, and he smiled before looking up.
"It's a prank. Don't believe it." He handed me back my phone, but I couldn't help but ask again.
"Are you sure it is a prank? You know how I have no friends and only Becca and shayne have my number?" I fired back at him, and he stared at me for a while before saying.
As you can see the number is hidden, which means the sender is very knowledgeable about technology. Secondly the message contains a bunch of rubbish and even though it mentioned the incident how sure are you that it's not some technological geek who knows about the incident. Think about it. Even if this person is trying to tell you to consider the option that it was intentional, did you think I never thought of it? I investigated the incident and there was nothing suspicious."
"How about now? Did you try checking again? Moreover, the statement the women have is quite suspicious. There was no passport in their bags when they searched." I argued and he rubbed his forehead impatiently.
"Listen to me Cat. You were unconscious when the whole confession happened we only told you the follow up. And I never said anything about missing passports. Maybe you misheard."
I stomped off angrily and was about to open the door when I heard my dad say in a low voice.
"OK fine. I'll look into it. But make sure you stay out of this matter. Ok".
I looked back with a smile and raised my pinky finger.
"Ok" but deep down I knew there was no way I am going to sit idly. Since it happened to me, I should find it out by myself.