“Tyler isn't here, Mr. Bridgley,” said Sara. “But you left quite an impression on him, as you did me.” The line was silent and then went dead. A moment later the switchboard lit up with a call from the same number. Sara pressed a button and picked up the line. “Mr. Bridgley, I don't mind playing games. In fact, I'm quite good at them. Just tell me why you're doing this.”

Tyler paced the floor, clearly agitated. He mouthed something and then slammed down the handset. Sara gasped as he tore the phone from the wall and tossed it out of frame. Although she had thousands of hours of surveillance footage, she had never seen him react like this. In fact, Tyler rarely ever raised his voice. He was always so calm and collected. What had gotten into him? What was so different about tonight?
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"You didn't think you'd survive, did you?" His voice seized her. "Almost out of time, fragile one. Out of time." The sound of breaking glass echoed through her.

She fell back to her pillow. "Good evening," the words echoed through her soul. It was his voice again. The voice of David Bridgley. And it was beginning to haunt her.

As the glass shattered, Sara felt something inside her fracture too. She grabbed her side, her breathing becoming more and more labored.

Tyler Thorpe wasn't his real name, but that still didn't stop the stranger from asking for it.