Night of Destiny (Anastasia and Elliot) novel Chapter 2613

“Yes, he did. Are you hurt, Imogen?” Shirley asked, concerned.

“I’m fine. I broke my arm when I was escaping, but I got it fixed. Still have some bruises around, but they’re superficial wounds.” Imogen asked, “By the way, Shirley, any idea who those kidnappers were? Did they mention anything to you?

Shirley recalled her unsettling speculation earlier. Despite initially dismissing it, too many coincidences lined up, making it hard to ignore. She thought to herself, Why did she choose that specific coffee shop on the street? She needed to confirm, not because she thought Imogen would harm her, but to be certain. “They did share something with me, and it’s perplexing. Still baffles me, to be honest,” she admitted.

Imogen’s expression turned horrified, and her pupils contracted. Unable to contain herself, she inquired, “What did they say?”

Shirley frowned, sensing a hint of panic from Imogen.

Imogen quickly realized she rushed the question and offered a reassuring smile. “Sorry, Shirley. Don’t take it the wrong way. I’m assisting Roy with the investigation, and I need more details from you.”

Shirley smiled and said, “No worries. I know you’re concerned for me.”

“Can you share what the kidnappers told you? Any mention of a possible accomplice?” Imogen asked, this time in a softer tone.

Shirley went with that line of questioning and said, “I think they did, but I bumped my head. I still feel dizzy now, so I forgot what they told me. Maybe I’ll remember it when I wake up tomorrow.”

“You bumped your head? Is it bad?” Imogen asked.

“I’m alright. Just have to get some rest,” Shirley said.

Shirley quickly dismissed the idea, saying, “No way, Imogen. I know you like the back of my hand.”

Imogen breathed a sigh of relief. Despite coming from a privileged background, she realized Shirley was somewhat sheltered and naive, making her unlikely to suspect anything. “Thanks for trusting me. This whole kidnapping fiasco is entirely my fault. I shouldn’t have gone for that extra coffee or taken you into that coffee shop,” she admitted, berating herself.

Shirley reassured her, “It’s not your fault. If they wanted to take me, they could have done it anywhere else.”

“I’m sorry, Shirley. This is all because of me. I caused the vice president to worry about you,” Imogen lamented.

“Don’t beat yourself up. Let bygones be bygones. I’ll just be more cautious from now on,” Shirley consoled Imogen.