Not much has happened the last three days as nothing turns up with current cases. Though, skipping ahead to December twenty-eighth Ben receives a strange call on this evening.
His phone rings and he takes it out of his pocket to answer. "Ben Waverly, P.I."
"Hello, Ben. How've you been?"
"Who are you?"
"A stranger. You don't know me."
"Okay, but you know me?"
"Of course, I know you. I know that you're looking for me."
"If you don't tell me who you are I'm going to hang up. Simple." Ben laughs a little.
"And miss out on all the fun?"
There was a brief pause as Ben heard a muffled woman crying in the background. "Who is this!?"
"I thought that was your job, Mr. Waverly. Not mine."
Ben brings the phone down so he could see and opens an application on his smart phone to automatically record the conversation then he puts the phone back up to his ear.
"Are you still there?" Says the voice.
"What do you want?"
"I just want to tell you a story, Ben. Do you like stories?" the voice said slowly with a stern passive aggression.
"I don't have all day."
"I'm sure you don't, detective. I've read about you in the paper. You're quite the savvy one aren't you? I know all about the quickness of your craft. You solve cases no one thought were solvable. But, not this one, so you may as well stop losing sleep over it," the voice explains.
"I get it, you looked up my name somehow and got my number. Stop this crap or I'll report your call to the police."
"Go ahead and try. This is an untraceable number. I'd be pretty dumb to call from any other with what I'm about to tell you, Ben. Do you want to hear the story or not?"
Ben could barely hear a distressing muffled scream in the background once again.
"Fine. I'm all ears."
"Before I tell you. You must abide to the rules. I tell you a piece of the story and you wait until I call again to hear more. No questions. You only get what I give. Nothing more, nothing less."
"Who do I hear in the background? What are you doing!?" Ben exclaims.
"None of your business! You listen to my story, that's all you get or nothing! Understand?"
"... Go on..."
"Okay," the man began, "once upon a time, there was a young girl named Karen Vaugn."
Ben's ear's perked as he gasps.
"-She was very pretty. Well loved and had everything she ever wanted. A good family, she got good grades, very popular in school; she even had a dedicated high school sweetheart of a boyfriend."
"Who the fuck is this!?" Ben shouts.
"Sssshhh... Ssshhhh... No questions. I speak, you don't or I hang up,"
"Uuurraagghh!! Okay! I get it."
"One night, a at a prom after party, I met her. We got to talking about life and the future. For some reason, her boyfriend was nowhere in sight so I kept her company. I'm glad I did because it became a fun filled night for me. I'm not sure if it was so good for her, though." He laughs.
"You sick son-of-a... Who are you!?"
"That's all for now... Later, pal," the man on the other end hangs up.
"What the fuck.. What the fuck!?" Ben slams the steering wheel with his fist as he sits in traffic. He was on his way back home from grocery shopping. Right now, he doesn't know what to think. Could this be Karen's killer?