“Yes, he did. Are you hurt, Imogen?” Shirley asked, concerned.

“I’m fine. I broke my arm when I was escaping, but I got it fixed. Still have some bruises around, but they’re superficial wounds.” Imogen asked, “By the way, Shirley, any idea who those kidnappers were? Did they mention anything to you?

Shirley recalled her unsettling speculation earlier. Despite initially dismissing it, too many coincidences lined up, making it hard to ignore. She thought to herself, Why did she choose that specific coffee shop on the street? She needed to confirm, not because she thought Imogen would harm her, but to be certain. “They did share something with me, and it’s perplexing. Still baffles me, to be honest,” she admitted.

Imogen’s expression turned horrified, and her pupils contracted. Unable to contain herself, she inquired, “What did they say?”

Shirley frowned, sensing a hint of panic from Imogen.

rushed the question and offered a reassuring smile. “Sorry, Shirley. Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m assisting

smiled and said, “No worries. I know you’re concerned for

you share what the kidnappers told you? Any mention of a possible accomplice?” Imogen asked, this time in a softer

and said, “I think they did, but I bumped my head. I still feel dizzy now, so I forgot what they

your head? Is it bad?”

alright. Just have to get some

right away if you remember what the kidnappers told you, alright,” Imogen said. Shirley said, “Sure

want to contribute something, so if you remember

course. I’ll tell you

You’re my best friend. When you were back there kidnapped, I wished I

knocked you out, did they handcuff you

they didn’t expect me to wake up so soon after the knockout, so they didn’t get a chance to cuff me in

the idea, saying, “No way, Imogen. I know you like

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