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“So, who is she?” asked Dominic.

“That’s Angie. She’s, my friend. She’s the one that hosted the party.”

“Hmm. A fine friend you have there.” He said, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

“What do you mean?”

“Look, she could very well be the blackmailer.”

“No, how can that be?”

“Come with me.” He said and led her to his bedroom. There, he showed her the screen of his laptop where he still had Angie’s photo and SIM card registration details.

Dominic patiently explained what she was seeing and Andra was distraught at the information. Still, she was doubtful.

“Okay, but that’s not her phone number.” Angie pointed out. “The one on my phone ends with different digits from the one here. I’ll get it.”

He waited as Angie left the room and quickly returned with her phone. He confirmed the difference but didn’t bother shifting his suspicions.

“She should have another number.” He told her. “I mean, people have more than one number, right?”

Andra saw his point. Maybe she just didn’t have the particular