127 DISTURBIA

Jason

Straight to voicemail.

My calls are going straight to voicemail. Mel is not picking up her phone and I'm freaking out. Patricia could be heading towards her house or her job and I have to stop her but this stupid traffic won't let me. It's rush hour: folks are coming back from their jobs, teenagers are coming back from school and the roads are congested.

''Move for fucks sake,'' I horn loudly at the car in front of me. The person flips me the bird from the car window and I roll my eyes 

I dial her number again but still no answer.

''Mel, I need you to listen to me. Tell me where you are so I can come and get you.'' My first instinct is to head to Cranedale. ''If you're home, lock your doors and don't let anyone in. You're in danger.'' Patricia has my gun and she left me a note. She's crazy and I know that her intent is to kill.