“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.

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

“No worries. I know you’re

the kidnappers told you? Any mention of a possible

but I bumped my head. I still feel dizzy now, so I forgot what they told me. Maybe I’ll remember it when

your head? Is it

Just have to get some

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

to contribute something, so if you remember anything, tell me right away,” Imogen requested, a

I’ll tell you right away if

were back there kidnapped, I wished I could take your place. I wished

Imogen, mind if I ask you something? When they knocked you out, did they handcuff you

eyes sparkled with cunning as she replied casually, “Guess they didn’t expect me to wake up so soon after the knockout, so they didn’t get a chance to cuff me in time. Lucky for

way, Imogen. I know you like the back of my

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