“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.

the question and offered a reassuring smile. “Sorry, Shirley. Don’t take it

“No worries. I know you’re concerned for

told you? Any mention of a possible accomplice?” Imogen asked, this time

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

Is it bad?” Imogen

Just have to get some rest,” Shirley

right away if you remember what the

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

right away, “Of course. I’ll tell

kidnapped, I wished I could take your place. I wished you were

I ask you something? When they knocked you out, did they

after the knockout, so they didn’t get a chance to cuff me in time. Lucky for me, their oversight allowed me to slip away. You’re not thinking I’m in cahoots with the

quickly dismissed the idea, saying, “No way, Imogen. I know you like the back of my

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