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L.A. TRIPP
that. No doubt she’s already gotten her piece from Brad today anyway. What the hell does she want me for? Money. Typical Monica. Why do I even . . . Troy’s cell shattered his glorious memories of Monica. The number didn’t look familiar. “Hello,” he said as the phone seemed to magically flip open in his hand. Silence, then a voice cracked. “Who’s this?” The voice cracked again. “Look, whoever you are, I’m not hard to talk to.” His voice was calm, collected, just exactly as he felt right now. No worry came across. Nothing except peace. Still silence. Then a click. Troy closed the phone, looked at it for just a minute, then holstered it. “Who was it?” Jess sent him a seductive yet curious look.