Emily's eyes widened as she stared at the phone records. Her own number was listed, repeatedly, in the days leading up to Sarah's death. She felt a chill run down her spine as she realized that the killer must have been trying to contact her.
But why? What could they want from her?
Ryan's voice broke into her thoughts. "Emily, what's wrong?"
She hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Ryan's expression told her that she could trust him.
"It's my number," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The killer was trying to contact me."
Ryan's eyes narrowed. "We need to get to the bottom of this. Let's start by tracing the calls."
Emily nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. Who could be behind the mysterious number? And what did they want from her?
As they delved deeper into the investigation, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced over her shoulder, but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
Just her imagination, she told herself.
But the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing minute.
And then, just as they were about to leave the precinct, Emily's phone rang.
The number on the screen made her heart skip a beat.
It was the same number that had been calling Sarah.
Emily's heart was racing as she hesitated, her finger hovering over the answer button. But something about the situation felt off. She decided to let it go to voicemail, hoping that the caller would leave a message.
As she waited for the voicemail to kick in, Emily felt a sense of trepidation. Who was on the other end of the line, and what did they want?
The voicemail beeped, and a low, gravelly voice spoke. "Detective Rodriguez, we need to talk. Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th and Main at midnight. Come alone."
The line went dead, and Emily was left staring at her phone in shock. Who was this person, and what did they want with her?
Ryan's voice broke into her thoughts. "Emily, what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Emily hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But something about Ryan's expression told her that she could trust him.
"It's a voicemail," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "The caller wants to meet me at the old warehouse on 5th and Main at midnight."
Ryan's eyes narrowed. "We'll go together. I'm not letting you go alone."
Emily nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She knew that she could count on Ryan to have her back.
But as they left the precinct, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that they were walking into a trap.