Han's Point of view
I sat them down and told them everything the dinner, the sudden call, the silence on the other end, and that weird cut-off sound. My gut screamed it was Tyler. I couldn't explain it, but something about that silence... that tension it wasn't normal.
Eric looked at me sideways. "You really think it was him?"
"I don't know how, but yeah. It felt like Tyler."
Anne nodded slowly, her eyes searching mine. "You've always had that gut instinct."
Eric cracked his knuckles, leaning forward. "Show me the number."
I pulled up the call log. "Here."
He stared at it a moment, then muttered, "That's a real number… not some prank or glitch."
Eric ran a quick check. "If Tyler's behind this, we should track that call."
Anne's face tightened, but there was resolve in her eyes.
I clenched my fists. We had a lead. And no matter how deep this went, I wasn't letting Tyler disappear on us
Suddenly Anne stood up.
"I'm coming."
Eric blinked. "You sure? You're pregnant—"
