Revengeful

Detective Franklin Williams was sitting at his desk in the precinct, hoping that he would have an uneventful night, especially on this day. It was always a tough time for him on this one particular day, as it was always a constant reminder of the tragedy he witnessed while a sex crimes investigator. It was the reason he transferred into homicide, as there were not many murders in the City of Utica, but that was about to change. When Franklin received the call, it came in as a possible homicide, which struck him as odd, but he was hoping that it would turn out to be just a hoax, as he wasn't prepared to deal with a homicide investigation. He was emotionally drained today, especially after he went to see her, the one who haunted his dreams from not so long ago. When he arrived at the crime scene and saw what was already transpiring with the patrol car officers that arrived before him, he quickly learned that this was going to be anything but an easy night, as whoever was in the house where there was to be a murder victim had been awaiting their arrival. That wasn't quite true either, because when he tried to contact whoever might be inside, he was taken aback when the person who answered called Franklin by his name, and said he had been waiting for him. But why? As the person on the other end of the line started to give Franklin instructions on what was to be expected of him, his anger started to boil up inside. Of all days for this to happen, it had to be this one, the same day every year that he was always at his lowest, and definitely not in the mood for some crack pot to be playing games. Unfortunately, as Franklin listened to the voice on the other end of the line, he quickly realized that his every move was being watched. When Franklin was instructed to bring out his laptop to look at something by the anonymous person on the other end of the line, he quickly came to the realization that this was anything but a game, and there were in fact four dead people in this house, and one still apparently alive, but who might not be for long, as this person had a bomb strapped to him as he sat tied in a chair, and a timer was made clear to Franklin so that he knew there was limited amount of time for him to catch this guy on the phone, and prevent him from blowing this man up. What happens next is a full of desperation and revelation, as Franklin and the man on the phone play a game of cat and mouse, each trying to outsmart the other, unfortunately for Franklin, the man on the other end of the phone not only had the element of surprise, but as Franklin tried to gain any sort of advantage, he was continually outsmarted by this man. Somehow he knew everything about Franklin, and Franklin seemingly knew nothing about him. Or did he? As the clock ticks down, Franklin's desperation to save the victim in the house with a bomb strapped to his chest, and try to figure out who the man on the phone is and the names of the other victims in the house who are already dead and why he did it, becomes a race against time, one he's not sure he can win.