— Find me that girl from the bar.
— The one who wouldn’t let you off to the other world?
— Her—specifically.
— I’ve already looked into it and dug up some information on her. Here—take it.
I open my mail and, after reading the first two lines, I slam my coffee cup onto the table.
— No way! Where is this miracle right now?
— Where it should be. In jail. They’ll throw her away—use her up—for that kind of money.
I pause, tapping my pen on the table.
— Check through your channels—whether she’s a “virgin” or not.
— Why do you need that? Do you want her yourself, so you can take revenge on her?
— You guessed it. I want her. And how.
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Continuation—«The Most Expensive in the World».