I knew exactly who it was; that was **THE PLAN**. I looked at him and smiled sweetly, the epitome of a loving wife. “Can you get it?” He, unsuspecting and complacent, opened the door. A man’s voice, cold and calm, echoed through the house: “You have FIVE MINUTES to pack your things and come with me. If you don’t… YOU’LL REGRET IT.” My husband turned to look at me, his face drained of all color. It turned out, the man at the door wasn’t a stranger, but a private investigator I had hired. He wasn’t there for my husband… he was there for my ‘best friend’! It turns out, my best friend was running from the mob, and I just handed her to them on a silver platter.
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