Detect the Story 3

 

THE NEXT CHAPTER
And it was a crumpled piece of paper. Leah eyed him suspiciously searching for characteristics that would help the police discover her intruder's identity. There was something odd about his voice.
She extended her hand to receive the paper. Instead of handing it to her the masked man straightened it out and read, mumbling under his breath, "Anna Robertson 555..." Annoyed he hastily returned the paper to a crumpled wad, "You know, 75% of all the Annas I've met have been really great people." "What about the other 25%?" With a sardonic laugh he replied, "You have more important things to think about at present. I wouldn't be so nosey from now on if I were you. You never know what might happen." A laugh escaped her mouth, "Like someone trying to gun me down in my apartment? Is this your  was of insinuating a threat?" Leah said defiantly. "No, I'm saying it flat out. If you don't drop your Belgian case you won't live long enough to see retirement! Are you going to cooperate Miss McCann?" "You leave me not choice" She said eyeing the hand gun he had retrieved from and pointed in her direction. "Good!" with that he barged out the door. Retirement, who wants to reach retirement?
She followed the dark stranger at a safe distance but she lost him somewhere in the cool night air. She saw flashing lights and heard police Sirens as she made her way back to her apartment pondering the incident. (If you couldn't guess by now, I'm rather fond of run on sentences.) There was something about the stranger's voice that seemed vaguely familiar. He had to have been disguising it yet that was not what what stuck her as odd. It was natural that he should disguise all of his person traits that could possible give his identity away.
From the outside of her apartment building she could see the light on in her window and figures milling about. She paused incisively for a moment then turned to begin a brisk walk in the opposite direction. There was one thought reechoing through her head. She had to get to Belgium. She had to get going on this case.
She entered the first telephone booth she came across and fumbled in her pockets for some change. Suddenly wringing with pain, Leah gasped withdrawing a bloody hand. She assumed some of the glass from the broken mirror had made it's way into her pockets. Trying not to panic she breathed deeply, picked up the phone and began to dial...