It was around 11 PM when my phone rang inside bedroom. I was forced to awake just in order to answer the call even though I didn’t want to. Is it Joey? I asked myself as I turned on lights to see the number.

It wasn’t my son's number. I seemed to have forgotten him but someone else had remembered me. The call was straight from phone booth.

I picked the receiver, "Rick Tarot here."

"Good it's you. I'm Dormer." He gasped.

"Speak to someone else. Make new friends to speak to. Even if you want to speak to me, don’t call me in such time –" I was annoyed.

"Something's urgent. I'm coming to your house right now."

"Wait! Wait! You aren't" I was surprised with him in a sudden.

"Yes I am. I already am on the way."

Damn! "Why would you come here?" I yelled at him.

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"This is nasty Tarot. This has gone nasty now. Someone sent me a letter inside my house and there was written that he had seen me bury the corpse. He says he will inform cops about it."

"Then what's the point in coming here? You want to hide or what?"

"He has named you in the letter as well. I cannot speak everything on phone. I must be there." His voice became more and more frightened.

It gave a jolt to my body. Sleep flew away out of the window.

Dormer resumed, "If I had met him in person then I could have convinced him but here is just a piece of paper with threat scribbled on it. I am coming there right now whether you want me to come or not."

"Come as fast as you can." I said and put the receiver back on dial pad. Then I went to my bed and sat with hands clutching my bald head and sweaty forehead.

I got up, removed night gown, dressed up in a casual way and began to wait for his newly made friend. I didn’t know what time it was going to be when Dormer would alive. I had no idea if he was coming by foot or had hired a cab.

Hire a cab, you son of a bitch. I cursed Dormer.

Half an hour later phone again rang.

"Dormer! Are you an idiot? Why didn’t you come here?" I raged at him.

"I'm sorry. Your new friend isn’t coming there now." He said.

"Why wouldn’t you come?" I questioned Dormer after remembering how much hurry he was in when he had called him half an hour ago. And now he was saying tat he didn’t need to come here anymore.

"Because he's dead." The answer came.