Rick's point of view: "Who is he?" I asked Dale. *RING* I decided to ignore the phone call. Now is not the appropriate time to answer phone calls. "So, who is-" *RING* "What's his nam-" *RING* Irritated, I grabbed my cellphone from my pocket and pressed the ANSWER button. "Rick!" the man on the other line exclaimed. "Who is this?!" I snapped. "This is Adam." the man loudly whispered. "Why did you call? Why are you whispering?" I growled at the caller. "Um..." Adam mumbled. "Will this keep on happening?! This is like the 3rd time you're interrupting." I scoffed. "It's just Dad..." Adam trailed off. "Dad?" I snapped, "Isn't he in jail?" "I know." Adam whispered, "D-dad's friends are here..." "Friends?" I shivered. "G-good thing that I was able to hide here behind the shelves." Adam whispered. His voice was trembling with fear. "Wh-what about m-mom?" I asked nervously. "She's safe," Adam whispered, "Just quickly call the police and go here as fast as you could." I was about to disconnect the phone call when I heard on the other line... "I FOUND OUR FRIEND'S SON! HE'S HERE! BEHIND THE BOOKSHELVES!!!" I can hear Adam gasp. What about me? Because of fear... I remained frozen. Then, I heard an ear-splitting shout. "THIS IS FOR MY FRIEND WHO IS IN JAIL RIGHT NOW!" Suddenly... ... a GUNSHOT rang out.