Dallas removed his sim from his phone and then threw the phone away while keeping the sim in his pocket. He wore a hoodie jacket which he stole, and a white cap. He went to a public payphone and dialed Rosalie's phone number.

In a hotel room, Chloe took Rosalie's ringing phone to Rosalie. She met Rosalie in the bathroom, watching her face.

"Your phone is ringing," Chloe said.

"Who's calling?" Rosalie asked.

"Unknown number."

The phone rang again. And Rosalie sighed as she accepted the call. She raised her eyebrows as a familiar voice enter her ear.

"Dallas, where are you?"

"Don't shout my name," Dallas said.

Rosalie pressed her knuckle on her mouth, not to prevent herself from calling Dallas's name, but from sobbing.

"Are you hearing me?" Dallas asked.

"Yes. How did it happen?"

"I don't kill the girl. I met her on the bed, and someone snap me when I was about to remove a knife from her stomach. Please, believe me."

Rosalie sniffed. "I trust you. Where are you?"

"I don't know. Can't as