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X:To talk to.

Me:Why would I talk to a creep who left a phone in my letterbox all because he/she saw me being beaten?

X:Because that creep has promised to never hurt you. And if he can do anything to help you…then he’ll do it.

Me:So you’re admitting you’re a guy?

X:Damn, guess I just did.

Me:And you live around my neighbourhood?

X:I didn’t say that.

Me:How did you see me being loaded into the ambulance then?

X:I was just passing through.

Me:Right. Sure. Don’t believe you.

My brain throbbed with questions. Huddling on the chair, I fired another message off before he could reply.Is this Jim?

I didn’t truly think X was eighty-three-year-old James McNab, but it might trip him up. If he knew Jim, then I might be able to narrow down who it was. I wouldn’t put something like this past the residents on this street. A helpful Samaritan doing the right thing in a very shady way.

X:I have no idea who Jim is.

Me:Sure, you don’t.

X:You’re ruining this, by the way.

Me:I’m ruining it? Ruining what exactly? Your attempt at some creepy god-complex superhero attempt at….I don’t even know what to call this.

X:Call it whatever you want. You can call me your friend too if you’d like.

Me:I have a friend.I don’t need another.

X:Okay then, consider me your little secret.

Me:My little secret?! Do you say that to all the girls you plan on murdering?

X:Murdering? What? I literally just said I would never hurt you.

Me:Yet you’re hiding behind a screen and asking me to keep you a secret.

X:If no one knows about me, then no one will know what we talk about.

And that was my limit.

Tossing the phone down, I reached for mine and called the police.

* 12 *

Zander

Nobody’s Perfect

WELL, THAT BLEW UP SPECTACULARLY IN MY face.

What the hell had I beenthinking?

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