Chapter Twenty-one

I was in a dilemma watching the phone ring. It's not possible for Cain to be calling from the dead; did someone find his body already? Even I have no answer to the question, and there is only one way to find out.

"Hello," I spoke into the receiver, praying to the moon goddess for help this last time.

"Number 2" I heard a female voice from the other end; it sounded familiar, but I couldn't place the voice.

"Yes," I answered immediately. One thing was indeed sure: whoever it was, speaking from the other end of the call was from the organization.

My heart began racing, my imagination was running wild, and I couldn't stop thinking that they might have figured out that I killed Cain; whichever way it was, things weren't looking good for me.

"When last did you make contact with your handler?" she asked.

"On the night he gave me a fresh order," I quickly said, trying not to sound nervous.

"My name is Ellen, and I will be your new handler from henceforth."

Handler Ellen, we nicknamed he