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"Dinah Zealot." He repeated, smirking.

The time he had seen her in the club on Monday night, she was drunk and blurted her house address to him. He had gotten to her apartment thanks to the woman he had seen who directed it to him.

After laying her on the bed, he was about to go but she pulled him to herself, he had let go of her and was about to walk away when her bag fell to the floor, he bent to pick it up with whatever that had poured out of the bag.

There; he saw her ID, Dinah Zealot, a cop in Albany third district police station.

And surprisingly, on Friday he asked for her name and she dared to lie to him, which made him pick the color of her eyes rather than her fake name.

"I want it done, ASAP." He said, curious to know more about her.

He was still confused why she had lied about her name, he was sure she didn't know much about him, though she might have seen him together with Pascal but he wasn't sure whether she had done more research on him, which he was going to confirm b