With trembling hands, I answered, putting the phone on speaker so everyone could hear.
"Elena," the voice said, dripping with malice. "Did you think you could run from me?"
"Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
The caller chuckled darkly. "Someone who enjoys watching you squirm. But don't worry, I'll find you soon enough."
The line went dead, and I felt a wave of dread wash over me. We were dealing with someone truly sinister, and they were determined to find us.
Olivia looked pale, her hands shaking. "We need to be prepared. This person isn't going to stop.
We waited anxiously for Detective Harris to call back with any updates. In the meantime, we tried to piece together any clues from the calls we'd received. Alex replayed the recordings, trying to identify any background noises or peculiarities in the caller's voice.
"This guy is good," Alex muttered. "He knows how to mask his identity."
