Anonymous threat

Henry was restless as he sat on his swivel chair in his office. That had been the case ever since Emelda was kidnapped a week ago.

Yes, it was already a week since she got kidnapped.

Just then his phone rang,

'Ringg.... ringggg'

He glanced at the caller ID, and hissed.

It was an anonymous number.

Who was it?

He picked the call, and put it on handsfree.

However, he tapped the 'start recording' button.

He didn't want to take chances.

"Hello?" A deep baritone boomed from the other line.

Henry remained silent.

"Hahaha... I know you can hear me. Well, how are you coping?" The voice mocked.

Henry clenched his fists, as he became alert,

"Who are you?" Who was this person?

How did he know that something happened to him?

"Well... You don't deserve to know who I am.... But I want this to serve as a warning to you." The man at the other end, snarled.

"A warning?!" Henry sprang up.

"Stay away from Quinn, and you can have your daughter. Else.." He let his words hang.

"Don't try anything stupid." H