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The Phone was Ringing

Jaron Camp

    The phone rang at 9:00 AM just as it had done every day for the past two weeks. Jax sat at his kitchen table with a cup of coffee anticipating this new morning routine. He remembered how shaken he was the first time he had answered the phone, not knowing what to think.
    “I know what you did,” said the caller that first morning before hanging up.
    Was this a prank call, or was this someone who knew? About a month before the calls started Jax hacked into someone’s offshore account, and had stolen a large sum of money. Had I made a mistake? Did I finally cross the wrong person? By the third morning, Jax was certain it wasn’t a prankster. Someone had found out, and now they were waiting for him to slip up. From then on he tried to keep them on the phone.
    “I know what you did,” said the caller. However, they would wait a few more seconds each time before hanging up.
    “Who are you, and what do you know?” “What do you want?” asked Jax.
    No answer, the caller hung up every time. Jax prided himself on being smarter than most, always staying a few steps ahead of everyone. Day after day the calls came at the same time, and this morning was no different.
    Jax put down his coffee as he answered the phone, “Hello.”
    “I know what you did.”
    “Stop hiding behind a phone, and tell me who the Hell you are!”
    Once again the only response was a click on the other end. Jax smiled as he sipped his coffee. The day before he purchased a new app that tracks the location of blocked or private numbers. The caller only needed to stay on the phone for a few seconds for the trace to work.
    “He may know what I did...but he has no idea what I’m about to do.” He tucked a gun in his pants, put on his jacket, and walked out the door. Jax prided himself on being smarter than most, always staying a few steps ahead of everyone.

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