ALEXANDER

I stared at my phone, tightening my grip around it until my knuckles turned white.

Who was texting me with Mirabelle's number? This was obviously murder, and whoever it is seems to be enjoying the game.

"Call the number," The detective ordered.

I called it immediately, it rang, but there was no response. I called again, and again, yet no answer.

The next message that came into my phone paralyzed me.

"Hey Lover boy, I also have baby Rubby."

The words on the screen ...