“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 Roy with the investigation, and

and said, “No worries. I know you’re

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

I bumped my head. I still feel dizzy now,

your head? Is it bad?” Imogen

alright. Just have to get some rest,”

remember what the

something, so if you remember anything, tell me right away,”

I’ll tell you right

I wished I could take your place. I wished you were the one

mind if I ask you something? When they knocked you out, did they handcuff you and put something over your

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 me, their oversight allowed me to slip

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

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