Chapter Nine
Meanwhile…
CalSci…
Charlie's office…
Charlie couldn't believe how much of a mess his office is, messier than even he would have it, as he wouldn't have it like this.
The other professors that had their offices torn apart had reported that some of their grad papers were taken, which added to Charlie's confusion.
All the stuff that had been taken no real use, as they were just minor studies in mathematics, which many students do to gain a better understanding of the subject, and the fact that what was stolen was from when he was in college just makes it odd.
"Think you should call your brother, Charlie?" Amita asked
"Probably, but I want to check and see what else is missing first." Charlie answered, as he knew he would have to call his brother eventually.
After a few minutes of checking to see what else could be missing, Charlie took out his phone and tried calling Don.
He froze when he heard the voice on the other.
"Hello, Charles." The creepy voice said
"Who is this?" Charlie demanded
"Not important now, is it?" The voice said before saying:
"Do not contact the FBI, follow the texts we will be sending you and your brother and in-laws will be fine."
Then the line went dead.
Charlie was left in momentary shock before writing and handing a small note to Amita and quickly dashed out the door.
There was no time to waste.