The Art Of The UnderDog

Chapter 138

Repeating his greeting yielded the same result—silence, an absence of any sound or acknowledgment from the caller. Sensing an odd discomfort creeping over him, Tyler considered ending the call. With a final attempt at establishing contact, he spoke again, only to be met with the same eerie silence.

Frustration brewed within him as he ended the call, the unknown caller ID mocking him with its lack of information. Tyler’s mind whirled, trying to rationalize the inexplicable encounter. He rubbed his temples in frustration, attempting to ease the tension building behind his eyes.

Attempting to place the phone back in his pocket, he found himself stymied by the realization that there was no way to trace or reconnect with the mysterious caller. The private number had left him adrift, disconnected from a potential clue in this perplexing puzzle.

“Clara, can you hear me?” Tyler’s urgency grew as he attempted to make sense of Clara’s faint voice crackling through the phone’s connection. Frustr