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I prick up my ears and lean against the cold plastic door.
"Dude, finding her was a real struggle. She's got a new body but I felt the energy. No idea where the other ones are."
Okay, I would bet my entire life savings of 40 dollars and 28 cents on the fact that this man is the art trader and that he is talking about Isabella.Β
"No, she didn't suspect a thing. Even dumber than she looks. So what now?"
Apparently the guy is listening to directions as he stays silent. Then he sighs.
"Yeah. Okay. But...yeah. No, I understand. Will do. Bye."
I guess he ended the call because now he is muttering to himself. "Motherfucker. Asshole."
So the whole auction thing was just a trap?
Now thinking about it, I guess it does make sense to eliminate him. He hasn't given away any details about Isa's new body yet. Once he does, she will be in danger again.
"Stupid cunts. Why can't I just shoot them?"