Drowned In Silence

Epilogue

Spencer

I sit on the back porch of Elliot’s house, contemplating everything I’ve ever known. My phone sits on the edge of the table with the folder and the phone number next to it.

I just have to call and find out who is on the other end. Then we can go from there.

Picking up the phone with sweaty, nervous hands, I dial the number from the back of the folder.

It starts ringing as I pull it to my ear.

“Robert, it’s good to hear from you. What can I do for you?” The unknown male's voice says through the speaker.

“This isn’t Robert. Who is this?”

“It depends. Who are you?” He asks. “How did you get this number?”

“It doesn’t matter who I am and I found this number on the back of a rather disturbing folder,” I reply .

The man on the other end chuckles, before taking what sounds like an inhale of a cigarette.

“Yeah, I can see how that would be disturbing to most. Anyway, what happened to Robert?”

“He’s dead,” I growl.

“Good. He was starting to get a little carried away, don’t you agree?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I respond. This guy is fucking crazy.

“Oh yes you do, Spencer. Or wait… am I speaking to Elliot?” I can hear the smile in his cocky voice.

“Who the fuck are you?” I yell into the phone.

It’s silent for a moment before he finally responds.

“Well, you will find out sooner or later. Regardless, we need to meet face to face and have a talk.”

“Who. Are. You?”

“They call me Father Jones.”