Eleven Years All to the Wrong Man novel Chapter 224

Harold, who had a slightly better tolerance for alcohol, managed to get everyone else sent home. But when he was left with just Daniel and Evan, he was at a loss.

“Hey, Daniel, what are we going to do with Evan? Do you have Emma’s number? I can give her a call.”

Their group of friends was one of the few in their circle who had actually met and interacted with Emma, but none of them had her contact information.

Daniel had also had a lot to drink, but he was still somewhat coherent. He glanced at the drunken man in the corner and waved his hand. “No, don’t call Emma…”

He staggered to his feet, pulled Evan’s phone out of his pocket, and deftly unlocked it. He opened the contacts and dialed a number.

Evan’s passcode was easy to remember—it was Emma’s birthday, so Daniel had always known it.

***

It was three in the morning when Melissa received a call from Evan.

After he and Mr. Allen had been taken to the police station earlier that day, she had sent him countless messages. At first, when she didn't get a reply, she assumed he was still busy dealing with things at the station and didn't have time to respond.

But as the afternoon turned into evening, and then night, her messages went unanswered, like stones sinking into the sea. When she returned to the Kingsbridge Park residence, he still wasn't there.

With a heart full of anxiety, Melissa had bought groceries and cooked a table full of Evan's favorite dishes. She waited until late at night, eventually falling asleep with her head on the dining room table. If the phone hadn't rung, she probably would have slept there until morning.

“Hello, Mr. Cooper!”

Melissa clutched the phone with both hands, her voice filled with anxiety the moment the call connected.

But the voice that responded was not Evan’s. It was a strange man.

“Is this… Melissa?”

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