Mateo
“What are you talking about?” I stammered at Mickie. I glanced to my phone and saw the call dropped immediately…or conveniently. “You…and the Proliator,” she smirked. “I have no idea why he took such an interest in you of all people, but you know, maybe it means something if he had an actual lengthy conversation on a phone that’s probably not a burner phone.” “Meaning what?” I hissed. Did she know the Proliator? She had to if she was making these assumptions. Not to mention she had to know something more than the average person if she conveniently knew I was on a phone call with anyone—let alone the Proliator on my best friend’s phone in Kentucky of all places. “Meaning,” she dragged on, “if something’s going on between you two, you need to learn to be more reticent about it,” Mickie sa
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