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"Let me see your profile picture" I reached for the computer and he un, Bond style"

"Bond wishes he was as cool as I ahter lit his eyes as he looked up at me

"Uh huh" I shifted back in my seat "Do you think I could send Tess an e I could remember; her email had been the sa you could do right now" He didn’t look up, just continued to stare at whatever was on the screen

"Then how do you suggest I let her know she er?" I tried to reel eted, but the fact was that I was in a terrible situation "Or that I’m alive? I’m sure the cops had to have traced Danny’s car by now Tess probably thinks I’m dead or worse"

"Worse than dead?" Owen raised an eyebrow

"Well, I could’ve been taken and sold as a sex slave" I shrugged "It happened in that movie where the dad kills everyone, only I don’t have a bad-ass to coe!"

"You really do have a foulstare atstones"

"Point But Ia sense of propriety"

"You kill people with a sense of propriety?" Laughter erupted fron your own assassin stationery? Dear Sir or Madahter choked my words

"I didn’t say I was nice about it Just proper"

"Proper" I shook my head

"Yes, clean and quick" He watched stuff scroll across his screen "Usually"

I didn’t want to think about what that meant Instead I turned back to what I felt I could control

"So ould it be a bad idea to let her know that I’ your email It could lead them to you or her Think about it If they are after you and you let them know she is iainst you If they are after her, it could just alert theht now" He frowned at me "Where is she?"