The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138: 911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?

Abigail

I was about to do something certifiably insane. Annette would lose her mind if she knew where I was right now.

Tiny Shack was not a shack.

It was a six storey building in a weird neighborhood, where most of the streetlights didn’t work and the streets were as dark as obsidian black.

I eyed the building warily from where I sat in the car, confirming the location on my phone. This was where the tracker on Cole’s phone led me to, the blue icon beaming on my phone screen.

"Okay," I drew in a shaky breath. "What now?"

The ground floor had a laundromat with a metal shutter pulled halfway down and a Chinese takeaway restaurant next door with only one light switch on inside.

That looked like bad news.

Whoever Gavin had given the phone was in there, probably trying to break into the detective’s device and extract whatever information they wanted from it.

What was the worst case scenario? What if Gavin was in there too? Along with like fifty other henchmen?

I had no one and no backup. The police would think I was delusional if I reported and I already tried that before, it didn’t exactly work.

The only way would be for them to catch him red-handed and I could pull that off only if I was Batman.

A mirthless chuckle left my lips and I dropped my head down on the steering wheel. I had to do this, for Annette. I didn’t pull my bestfriend into this shitty mess to have a stalker waltz into our life like fucking a Halloween prankster.

I raised the phone up and dialed 911.

"911, what’s your emergency?"

"Hi, yes, I need help." I pitched my voice up slightly, making it tremble with fear.

"I’m at-" I read out the address from my phone screen. "There’s a man, he’s been following me, I think he’s in this building and I’m scared to go past it to get home. Can you send someone?"

"Ma’am, are you in immediate danger?"

"I don’t know. Maybe. Please, I just need someone to come." I gave my name, confirmed the address twice while the dispatcher noted everything.

"Stay on the line and stay in a safe location, Abigail,"

"I’ll try," I sniffled and shoved the phone in my jacket pocket without ending the call.

"Can you hear me?" The dispatcher’s voice continued faintly.

"I can hear you," I slid out of the car.

"A team of cops are in their way to you right now,"

Perfect.

The building’s side entrance was a metal door propped open with a brick. I slipped through into a stairwell that smelled like wet concrete and something rotting.

Christ, why the fuck was anybody even in this run down place?

I whipped out my phone to check the tracker, zooming in. It kept pointing down.

Move Abigail, move!

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