A String of Numbers

Finally, she thought, an opportunity! The sinister smile on Jenny's face was matched only by the intense hatred in her eyes. Waving her mobile phone around, she beamed with satisfaction, saying with relish, "Oh, Lucille, I would love to see who can protect you this time!" That said, she typed in a string of numbers. What was she trying to to? She was, without a doubt, contacting the overseers and alerting them about a fugitive murderer who was roaming the streets with impunity—Lucille! Lucille was still a murderer, and her charges hadn't been cleared yet; until a verdict was passed, she was a criminal! The call was quickly connected. While speaking into the phone, Jenny kept her eyes firmly on Lucille, fearing she might escape once again. "Okay, I’ll keep an eye on this murderer for you—be here quick. Don't let her run away!" Ending the call, Jenny let out a smirk of successful intrigue. "Did you hear that, Lucille? The overseers will be coming soon. Plus, I've heard that a high-rankin