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"It's not nice to start a conversation with a threat," the female said down the line.
I gripped the phone harder, paced the room, my pulse prancing about like a fricking show pony. "No, I mean you are dead. I saw the photos. You f*****g died."
"Ah, those." A perverse-sounding giggle tinkled down the line. "We did do a good job of convincing everyone, didn’t we?"
"Who the hell are you, and if you're not dead, why the hell did you try framing me for a murder that didn't happen?"
"I need to speak to Ethan," was all she said.
I paused, mouth open, wondering how the hell Ethan had gotten thrown into the mix. "Why?"
"If you want to know who I am, you'll take the phone to Ethan. You have twenty minutes. If Ethan is not on the end of the phone when I call back, I shall come to you and sh
