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I dial his number without even thinking if he can talk.

He can, damn him!

– Margarita, really? – His voice on the other end of the line sounded emphatically soft, though it had a scratchy tone to it.

If I cared deeply about his moral and physical well-being, I would even assume that he is not in the best shape there. But I don’t care if he’s twisted three times.

– Is this another attempt to make me bend to your rules? – I ask my forehead and squeeze the phone so hard that my knuckles ache.

– I know it might be hard for you to believe, but I had nothing to do with it this time.

My mouth goes, “Ha-ha!”

– Are you torturing some kind of pet in there? – Twigson teases.

I clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from smiling. He won’t have that kind of joy, even if there’s no way the moonshiner could have seen it.

– Where did these pictures come from, Twigson, and what does your threat mean?

– I haven’t figured out the original source yet, but my fiancée put them on my desk half an hour ago. Almost ex-fiancée.