Caleb turned the phone over in his hand, still not believing it. The screen was cracked, but when he pressed the power button—it lit up. Just slide-lock screen. No password.
"…What the fuck? Not locked?" Caleb frowned. "Why the hell didn't Mike have this on him earlier?"
Curiosity gnawed at him. With a crooked grin, he started opening apps one by one. His thumb stopped on DhatsUpp.
"Heh… old bastard," he muttered, grin spreading wider. "Let's see what you've been hiding."
The chat list filled the screen. A lineup of girls' names, most with cutesy avatars or cheap-looking selfies. Caleb blinked, a little surprised. There were a lot.
He tapped one. His eyes narrowed. It wasn't flirting or small talk—just vulgar threats.
[Mike: If you don't obey, everyone's gonna see the pics I saved of you.]
[Mike: You think you can run? Tomorrow I'm picking you up. Don't piss me off.]
