Card 2. Courtney Bowen.
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Chat communication.
Neiman: Guys, you've seen everything. Yesterday, again, this nutty wrote.
White: What a horror. Who is this?
Shiki: No ides. Probably just a clown who wants to attract attention. Nothing more.
Maclan: Maybe some kind of maniac? I've seen this on TV many times.
Shiki: Nonsense. There is no crime in Kraimbel. The small town. Everyone knows each other.
Riley: I agree. Most likely some rich hyena decided to joke. Don't worry.
White: It could be anyone, but I agree with Shiki.
Sia: And it scares me a little.
Riley: I said you spend too much time at home. You need to scatter.
Neiman: And White, I look out for these rich upstarts to intercede. You're not one of them, are you?
White: You're wrong.
Sia: Maybe you're right.
This left the chat.
Riley's words made Stacy think. Maybe it was true, it was just a joke by the Bernet family. Such antics fit their image quite well.
“But then why did Raya intercede for me? I don't understand at all."
She picked up the card again and turned it over to the front side. The date, time and place were indicated. Park Leitz. the 9th of June. 22:00.
"Why this particular park? And why this particular day?"
There was an addition at the bottom of the script.
“If the one who received does not appear. The whole city will know your secret."
This confused Mason even more. What kind of secret is he talking about?
"I do not have any secrets. Most likely just a bluff."
She threw it into the trash can and wanted to forget it like a bad dream. But not even 30 seconds had passed. How she pulled out the map and looked at it again in surprise.
"But what is it? Why am I so worried about this card?"
Languver 23:00.
During the day, this is the most famous cafe in the whole city, where they make amazing children's cocktails and make awesome coffee. In the evening, it's party time. On Friday and Saturday, different events take place every week. Striptease, alcohol and everything that belongs to the category 18+.
"One chocolate tequila and a children's chocolate cocktail."
They look very similar and difficult to distinguish at first glance.
"Miranda. Did you bring Courtney to us again? What are you thinking about? If her parents find out about this, we may have problems. She's not an adult."
"Relax Roger. Nothing to worry about."
"I do not understand. Why the hell are you messing with her?"
"I like this chick. Plus, Courtney helps with business."
"Seriously? Miranda."
"I told you to relax. I have everything under control. And if something doesn't suit you, go upstairs to the director and he will explain everything to you in detail."
The owner of the club was a businessman with a rather dubious background, Kevin Don. He has been brought to justice more than once, but he always comes out dry.
"Good. I understood. I will not meddle in your affairs anymore."
"Well, fine. So where's my little winner Courtney?"
She looked around.
"But I found you."
The girl was sitting at table 3, located near the service entrance. Miranda took the ordered drinks and sat down next to her.
"Hello. I was just about to look for you."
Bowen got down to business, leaving out the banal greeting and idle chatter.
"Hey Hey. Friend. What's the rush? Let's drink first."
"I do not want to."
"And I didn’t offer you alcohol. This is a chocolate cocktail."
"Then let."
Glasses clashed.
"So what have you got to do with me so urgently?"
"Laila Bernet. Want to scare her?"
"What?"
Miranda almost doused herself upon hearing such an absurd phrase from Courtney.
"You understand that this is one of the richest families in our city, and we are the dregs of society. Enmity with them is complete madness. So we have problems with people. Just stand next to us and they will start stigmatizing us. And you're talking about scaring. I'm sorry, baby, but none of us will go for this."
"I owe you one. I beg. I will do anything. Just help me."
"I will not promise anything, but I will try. You can find out. What didn't you share with her?"
"Yes, school fights. I would do it myself, but I can't. My mother works for her father and if I go against it. She will be fired" .
"This will not work, either you say me, or I do not help you."
Courtney Bowen. She is in certain circles, a girl from the chat, nicknamed Riley, explained the situation in detail. About how Laila has been manipulating and mocking the students of the school for several years.
"Received. Let's go and introduce you to our host."
"Good."
Miranda and Courtney went upstairs. Although it was said earlier that the city is quiet and beautiful. In Languver, he didn't seem like that.
After 10 minutes, Miranda left the office.
"Come with him and discuss your proposal."
"Yes."
Knock Knock.
"You can enter."
"Please don’t be shy, Courtney Bowen. I'm Kevin Don."
He drilled me with an unrealistically cold stare that I had never seen before.
"You got scared?"
More affectionately and in a calm tone he asked the girl.
"Um, no. You misunderstood sir."
"Take it easy. Call me Kevin. Miranda told me about your problem and I agree to help you."
As if another person spoke, he spoke with love and care.
"Yes, thank you very much."
Bowen was delighted.
“However, here is my condition. You will take one card from me and follow the conditions specified in it. No questions, and no words to anyone until you fulfill what was written there. Immediately, I warn you that there is nothing illegal or terrible."
"Agree."
Courtney grabbed the card sharply and was amazed. On the back there was exactly the same inscription as Stacy Mason's.
"Black Valentine."
"Oh my God. How is this possible? Have I been hacked?"
Frightened and quietly to herself after screaming in fright at Courtney.
"What is it?"
As if not understanding, she pretended to be and asked the chat participant. So that no one knows who she is there.
"Not. Not. I asked no questions. That's all. Your question will be resolved tomorrow."
The girl left the master's office.
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