CHAPTER 1
As Neil Prescott hung up the phone call from his new wife Charlene Richards, he placed his alarm clock on the night table beside his bed. The smell of the city had been getting to him. He had been called away on a business trip to Chicago to promote his company's new finance system. He wanted to call his daughter Sidney before he turned in for bed, when the phone rang.
"What? You couldn't stand not talking to me for one night," He jokingly said into the phone thinking it was his new wife.
"Oh, yes dear I couldn't live without you," the raspy familiar voice said sarcastically as to get a rise out of him.
"Who the hell is this?!" He quizzically answered.
The voice said, "Oh, but don't you already know?"
"Stop this at once!" He ordered as he hung up the phone.
Neil scared out of his wits, called down to room service and asked for the detective of the hotel. They said that the detective was on his way. Relived Neil went to pick up the phone with his trembling hands; all of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"It is the hotel detective sir." The unfamiliar voice said.
Neil opened the door to find a tall slender man with a detective's badge on his breast pocket.
"Thank you for coming."
"It's my job sir now what seems to be the problem?" He inquired.
"I just received a disturbing phone call." Neil explained.
"I will call down to the front desk and find out who has called the room tonight."
"Can you put a trace on it?"
"I'm sure we can. I'll just call down."
As Neil politely gestured to the detective pointing to the phone he noticed a ringing cell phone on the top of the television.
"Detective is that your phone?" Neil asked.
"No, it's not mine. Maybe pick it up and find out who is calling."
Neil grabbed the cell phone, "Hello?"
"Why hello," the raspy voice answered, "just to let you know that detective won't help you!"
"It's him!" Neil told the detective.
"Try and keep him on the phone." The detective said as he went out of the room to investigate.
"What's the matter cat got your tongue?" The voice asked.
Suddenly the door swung open and there stood the detective with his hands over his thought gasping for air with blood streaming down his shirt.
"STOP! PLEASE STOP THIS!" Neil begged into the phone.
"Oh I will never stop; the thrill is just too much I love to kill!" Said the masked object heading toward him with a shiny sharpened knife.
That was the end of Neil Prescott with his last breath he uttered the words, "Please, don't hurt Sidney!" With that he was finished.
As Neil Prescott hung up the phone call from his new wife Charlene Richards, he placed his alarm clock on the night table beside his bed. The smell of the city had been getting to him. He had been called away on a business trip to Chicago to promote his company's new finance system. He wanted to call his daughter Sidney before he turned in for bed, when the phone rang.
"What? You couldn't stand not talking to me for one night," He jokingly said into the phone thinking it was his new wife.
"Oh, yes dear I couldn't live without you," the raspy familiar voice said sarcastically as to get a rise out of him.
"Who the hell is this?!" He quizzically answered.
The voice said, "Oh, but don't you already know?"
"Stop this at once!" He ordered as he hung up the phone.
Neil scared out of his wits, called down to room service and asked for the detective of the hotel. They said that the detective was on his way. Relived Neil went to pick up the phone with his trembling hands; all of a sudden there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" He asked.
"It is the hotel detective sir." The unfamiliar voice said.
Neil opened the door to find a tall slender man with a detective's badge on his breast pocket.
"Thank you for coming."
"It's my job sir now what seems to be the problem?" He inquired.
"I just received a disturbing phone call." Neil explained.
"I will call down to the front desk and find out who has called the room tonight."
"Can you put a trace on it?"
"I'm sure we can. I'll just call down."
As Neil politely gestured to the detective pointing to the phone he noticed a ringing cell phone on the top of the television.
"Detective is that your phone?" Neil asked.
"No, it's not mine. Maybe pick it up and find out who is calling."
Neil grabbed the cell phone, "Hello?"
"Why hello," the raspy voice answered, "just to let you know that detective won't help you!"
"It's him!" Neil told the detective.
"Try and keep him on the phone." The detective said as he went out of the room to investigate.
"What's the matter cat got your tongue?" The voice asked.
Suddenly the door swung open and there stood the detective with his hands over his thought gasping for air with blood streaming down his shirt.
"STOP! PLEASE STOP THIS!" Neil begged into the phone.
"Oh I will never stop; the thrill is just too much I love to kill!" Said the masked object heading toward him with a shiny sharpened knife.
That was the end of Neil Prescott with his last breath he uttered the words, "Please, don't hurt Sidney!" With that he was finished.