The shrill ring of the telephone shattered the quiet of Ned Hillsdale's dimly lit office, the sound echoing off the walls like a gunshot in the night. With a heavy sigh, he reached for the receiver, his hand trembling slightly with apprehension as he lifted it to his ear."Ned Hillsdale, private investigator," he grumbled, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument.The voice on the other end was gravelly and distorted, the words coming in short, urgent bursts. "Ned, you need to listen to me. There's trouble brewing, and it involves Stacy."Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices