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“Do you still have the cloned phone, or did Uncle Mark get rid of it?”
“I still have it.”
“Do you know what that means?”
“Not really, no.” I didn’t think it meant anything.
“It means he knows you’re going to stay involved, and this is the only way he will allow.” How did she come to that conclusion?
“Do you understand?”
“Not really, no.” I think she sighed, which made me feel like I needed to keep up.
“It means he knows you have the phone and still lets you keep it. If he didn’t want you to have it, he would’ve taken it. Do you get it now?”
“I think so.” Why didn’t I think of that? “Wait, he knows about the phone?”
“Yes!” How does he know about the phone? Did I tell him? I don’t recall.
“Now, send this message to Jack.”
“Okay, I’m ready.”
Two hours later I was still no closer to understanding the messages she’d had me send. Especially the first one. Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quick. Isn’t that a nursery rhyme? I thought after she called that I was back in the game, especially since she was so sure that Mark was willing to let me do at least that much through the phone, where there was no danger of me coming to any harm.
But after I sent the last message, there’s been nothing. She’d stayed on the phone with me the whole time, telling me what to say each time he answered, but none of it made sense. Now, I was sitting here waiting to hear what had happened after he cut off communication.
I would call Mark and ask him what was going on if anything, because I was sure Jack was at work at this time, but then he’d know what I was up to, and I wasn’t a hundred percent sure that he was okay with me doing even doing that much.
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JACK
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Jessica?:Jack, be nimble; Jack, be quick.
This stupid bitch.
Jack: Jessica, where the hell are you? What the hell does this mean?”
Jessica?: Watch
Jack: Watch what?
Jack: Hello, what the hell is going on? Watch what? Where the hell did you go?
My phone alerted with an incoming text from a different number. “The bank? What the hell is going on?” I switched over to the new message and felt my heart stop. “No-no-no, that can’t be.”
Bank: Your account ending in four-five-nine-nine has less than one hundred dollars.
I switched back over to her screen.
Jack: You bitch where is my money? How did you get it? So that’s what she did. She stole my money and ran. No doubt she got tired of waiting. But how did she expect to get away with this? There’s no way she could think she would get away with it.
Jack: Do you think you will get away with this? I’ll find you.
Jessica: I’ll be waiting. Come and find me before I spend it all. You should be thinking about what you’re going to say to the others. Bye!
