Chapter 62 Michael Thorn Was Angered

• "Michael?" Erica's voice was soft, trembling with a sudden, horrific premonition. "Who is... why is the camera moving?"
• Evelyn turned the phone toward herself, her panda-streaked eyes and messy hair filling the frame. "Good evening, Miss Jones," she whispered, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. "Michael is a bit tied up at the moment. Would you like to leave a message?"
• "Mr. Thorn," Evelyn said, her voice dropping into a sultry, artificial purr that she knew would travel perfectly through the microphone. "I have to say, the wool carpet in your bedroom is very comfortable. It was worth the wait."