C102 A Ghost

[William’s POV]

I climb into my car and pull out my phone, checking my messages from the day, and am shocked to find a number that I don’t recognize. Frowning, I click on it and then feel my eyes widen as I take in the message on the screen.

Meet me at the old pub on Burben Street.

There is neither a name attached nor an explanation as to what it was that the sender wanted. Reading it again