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Only two things ran through Marcelo's mind after he'd dropped Jasmine off and talked to Serena. As soon as possible had to get as far away from the area as possible; for his life and hers. He wasn't quite sure if he really had been traced already but he knew he couldn't take any chances. He had to leave and no one had to know: not even Jasmine.
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Two days had gone by since Marcelo dropped her off and never texted or called her back. Jasmine focused her eyes on the message that had alerted on her phone. A bank alert of twenty-five thousand dollars deposited into her account that same night she'd seen him last. There was a grand total of fourteen million, eight hundred and four thousand, nine hundred and two (14,804,902) CFA in her account including the five hundred thousand francs she had received from her brother to process her documents for a passpo
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