More than twenty-four hours passed, and Ian was becoming greatly concerned. No attempt had been made on his life, but he was increasingly paranoid and found it hard to find sleep with the thought of death waiting for him. He sat in his study, continuously calling Mina's phone until she picked up, then hung up. Ian called again, and this time, the woman giggled into the line.
"Where are you?"
"Out," Mina replied, and Ian could hear music in the background. There was a mixture of male and female voices laughing, and the sound filled Ian with dread.
"Mina, come back. I will explain everything to you. It wasn't how it appeared."
"'Ami, come have another drink with us.'" Ian pulled his device away from his face, pressing it back to his earlobe with a heavy heart.
"Who was that?"
"A friend."
"What kind of friend?"
"The same kind as Natalie."
"Mina-"
"'Ami, get off the phone babe. Come dance with me.'"
