The message sent was a picture, an image of Daisy lying on the bed, her face looking obviously abnormal.
Clearly, the sender wasn't Daisy. So, all the calls and messages he made these past days might not have been received by Daisy at all; someone else had taken her phone.
Dawn Sutherland's slender fingers quickly swiped across the phone screen and dialed a number.....
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Washington.
Ricky Brooke was guarding in front of Daisy Grant's bed, watching her pale lips weakly mumbling that person's name.
Right then, Daisy Grant's old phone started ringing. Ricky Brooke didn't need to check the caller ID to know who it was; he coldly pressed the reject button.
The phone rang over and over again, sounding so abrupt in the silent room.
Finally, after it persistently rang five times, Ricky Brooke impatiently pressed the answer button, and with an unpleasant tone, yelled at the other end, "Speak quickly, don't waste my time!"
