Dead Breath
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“Leandra?” A man’s voice said.
“No, this is her friend.” Mireya answered him. “Who am I talking to right now?”
“Where is she?”
Mireya realized that the voice was partly not male – it was computer. “She went out. Can I help you?”
“Tell her that she does not have as much time as she thinks. And they will be here soon. She will understand what I meant. Bye, Snow White.”
The call was ended.
“Snow White?” Mireya chuckled. “What the…?”
“Hey?” Leandra got in the car, holding the bag with new purchases. “Did you just answer my call?”
“Sorry, but it put pressure on my brains.” Mireya repeated what the caller told her.
“Wow.” Leandra laughed after her words. “Okay, thank you for the information.” She took her phone back.
“And what does all of this mean?”
“Mireya, sweetheart, you don’t need to think about it – you need a good night’s sleep, right?”
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