"Tell that cocksucker I need that
W-2
in perpetuity!"
Trevor slammed the phone. He was probably the last person in town with a
landline
. It cost him 80 bucks a month. More than the cost of high speed internet. Which was the actual source of his income. He kept the landline only because of the Dark Man. Two years earlier The Dark Man had made a promise, "if I call you on the landline... you better pick up." When Trevor wondered what would happen if he didn't pick up, the gravel quiet voice said, "then I'll kill you."
Now whenever the landline run, Trevor picked it up right away. He stayed up at night worried that the call might come. Whenever it rang it made his heart skip. Every call since that day two years ago had been spam. And judging by the fact that he was still alive, he could only assume that The Dark Man had not yet called while he was out or asleep.
Whenever a spammer called he would yell something outrageous and slam the phone. This made him feel a bit at ease. Let out a little anger. Have a bit of a laugh. This time he swore like
Tony Soprano
.
"TELL THAT COCKSUCKER I NEED THAT W-2 IN PERPETUITY!"
Then he prayed that The Dark Man hadn't called while the line was busy. He watched his door a lot. He didn't know what to expect. Would he burst through the door and rush him? Or was he the silent killer. Methods the victim would be unaware of.
