C9 Chapter Nine

Trace Evidence

MY PHONE RANG, scaring me out of my frozen panic. I glanced at the clock on the microwave, the only thing that hadn't been destroyed, and realized my work shift was about to start.

Shit. I didn't want to lose my job, but I couldn't do this tonight. I answered the phone anyway, since it could have been important, and heard a low voice more machine than man.

"Hello there