Carrie stared at the phone, hesitated, then lifted it to her ear and said hello.
Seconds ticked by. Three. Four. Five.
In disgust, she lowered the phone and poised her forefinger over the end button.
"Don't hang up." The harsh, low whisper effectively masked the caller's voice. "Not yet."
"Who is this?" she demanded.
"Don't matter." His low, venomous laugh grated against her skin and raised the hair at the back of her neck. "Not yet."