Page 30 of Mr. Wrong

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After Killianfinally talked me out of my cell phone (It’s in your contract, Ms. Pierce.) he fingerprinted me and gave me a nine-digit access code. Slipping my old phone into his briefcase, he powers on its clone. Almost immediately, it’s starts buzzing and making noise as text after text roll in. Looking down at the screen, he frowns.

“Who’s Dani and… Derek?”

Shit.

“What?” Panicked, I reach out and snatch the phone out of his hand. “Who?”

Eight new messages.

Six of them are from Dani.

Dani:How was your

sleepover with Renaldo?

Dani:Quit being stingy, bitch.

I want details.

Dani:Hello? Are you alive?

Dani:If that asshole killed

you I’m telling Dateline

that you talked to your cat

like he was a real person.

Dani:Goddamnit, Elle

You’re starting to scare

me.

Dani:If I don’t hear

from you in the next

20 minutes I’m calling

the cops.

Two of them are from Derek.

Derek:I mean it, Elle

I really miss you.

Derek:Please say

something.

Ignoring the texts from Derek, I shoot a quick text to Dani.

Me:No one killed me.

I’m fine. Talk later.

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