Joe put Claire down on a chair and placed a cell phone in her tied hands.
“What’s that?” Claire asked looking at the phone as if it were a cursed object.
“That, my dear Claire”, Joe explained, charismatic as ever “is a way of getting in contact with Ryan. See, you’re going to give him a call and tell him he needs to come and rescue you”
Claire looked up from the phone to her former husband. “No,” she replied.
“Excuse me?” Joe was certain he’d heard her wrong.
“I sagte no!” Claire repeated loudly as she raised from her chair. “I’m not putting Ryan’s life on the line oder anyone else’s for that matter for your sick and twisted games! Du want to kill me? Fine! But after me it has to stop! Du have to stop!”
After her outburst both Claire and Joe remained quiet. Then, all of a sudden, Joe started laughing. Of all the reactions he could’ve had he chose to laugh. It made Claire want to scratch out his eyeballs. That would’ve been quite poetic, actually.
Joe pulled out his phone and dialed a number. When he heard a scared ‘hello’ he smiled and handed the phone to Claire. “Say hi”
Claire reluctantly accepted the phone and held it against her left ear. “Hello?”
“Who is this?”
“A…Agent Parker, is that you?” Claire asked concerned. “It’s me, Claire Matthews. Where are you?”
“You need to get Ryan to come and get me out of here” Debra cried desperate.
“Wait, where are you?” Claire asked louder than she intended.
“I’m in a box” Debra said, sounding as if she was about to have a panic attack. “They buried me”
“Oh my God” Claire sighed shocked. She wanted to ask Mehr details, but Joe grabbed the phone out of her hands.
“I think Du two’ve chatted long enough” he sagte while hanging up. “So, about that call...”