I wonder who killed you before?

"Sis!" Ivan didn't bother knocking on the door as he busted in, calling out to her in urgency. 

"What?" Zoey, who was lazing on her swivel chair with her feet sprawled on the desk and hands behind her head, asked in annoyance. 

"You have to see this." As if he ran a mile, Ivan took deep breaths before closing the door behind him.

Upon noticing his strange expression, Zoey knitted her brows as she watched him approach. "Here," Ivan shoved the screen of the phone in front of her. 

Zoey had to squint her eyes and drew back a little to see the short message. Her brows arched, and then raised her eyes upward. "What is this?" She asked, puzzled at this nonsense he was showing her. 

"This is Angelo's number and I don't know." Exasperated, Ivan exhaled sharply as he retracted his hand away from her.