Dominic had gone home and was tucked into bed. He was almost asleep when his phone rang. Contemplating whether to get up and answer it or stay in bed resulted in a throwing of covers and running legs. It could be Keith. That made his hopes rise. When he reached the kitchen he snatched his phone from the counter where it was charging. "Hello?"
"Yes who is this?" He pulled the phone back and checked the display. The number was blocked and fear shot through him.
"Someone you don't wanna meet."
"What? Why? Who is this?"
"Well Dominic to be clear. You should have died tonight. Along with a quarter of New York and most importantly, the faggot Keith Richards should have died."
"You don't have to worry Dom, we don't wanna kill you. Just him"
With that silence exploded out of the phone and air whooshed around it as it fell. On impact the phone exploded into 3 pieces. Dominic sank to the floor and looked to where the phone lay on the floor. What the hell? Keith! Oh god. Dominic quickly found all the pieces to his phone and reassembled it. He pushed the power button and grabbed his keys and ran for the front door. He ran down the front steps and jerked open the car door. Sticking the key into the ignition he turned over the car engine and it roared to life. He peeled out of the parking lot outside his apartment. Racing across town he pulled out his phone to call 911 but realized a missed call. At the stoplight he opened his call log and saw an unfamiliar number. He quickly pressed dial to call the number and hoped Keith would answer.