A distorted voice crackled through Grace's phone speaker. "Murderer... Grace, you're a murderer. You think nobody knows what you did? Plenty of people know. And now, I'm delivering the proof straight to the studio. Everyone's about to find out you're no hero at all..."
Grace's hands trembled so violently she almost dropped the phone.
"Who... who is this? I have no clue what you're talking about!" she stuttered, her voice shaking.
The voice turned ice-cold. "Doesn't matter if you get it or not. What matters is everyone's about to learn the truth - that you're no hero." The line went dead.
Terror flooded Grace's chest like freezing water. If this person actually had proof...
No way. I can't let them show that to everyone, she thought desperately.
That thought launched her into motion. Grace bolted from the lounge, only to have a baseball bat swing out of nowhere, aimed straight at her skull.
