As soon as she was done eating, Vivienne went back to her phone. She wanted to know who had sent that text. She copied the number and pasted it on the dial pad.
It didn't ring. Instead, she was told that the number didn't exist. This got her more unsettled. Who had sent this text?
As she paced about her room, she dialled the number again, hoping it was just her network messing up. But when she kept being told the same thing, she got worried.
Deciding to drop a text instead and see if it was going to be sent, she texted.
"Who's this?"
A reply came in immediately.
"You don't have to know."
Vivienne frowned slightly as she typed again.
"What do you know about me?"
"Lots…"
"This is disturbing," She paused. "Why do you want to help me? I don't even know who or what you are."
"Like I said, you don't have to."
"Why am I being asked to come to Miami?"