Perfect Stranger Page #2

a friendship online...

...but I could tell that he liked me.

So I decided to come to New York

and accidentally bump into him.

I knew about his fundraiser,

so I bought a ticket...

...walked right up to him and said,

"Harrison, it's Fast Filly."'

I thought he was gonna be angry.

But instead, he's turned on by it.

He likes the balls of it.

"Stick around," he says.

Couple hours later, we're doing it

in his Beemer, his hotel suite.

He keeps one, creep.

What happened to Chuck?

We're fighting more

than we're f***ing.

Anyway, I get back to Philly,

our online stuff gets pretty hot.

He misses me.

I mean, he practically begs me

to move here.

So I check out apartments

and agencies...

...and I wanna tell him, you know,

I'm really excited.

But suddenly,

I can't get ahold of him.

I mean, I sent him a million e-mails

and he just cuts me off.

Cold. F***er.

I know where Hill lives.

I've seen his Armani wife.

He has no idea what I can do

to him.

What is it you want from me this time,

Grace?

Actions have consequences, Ro.

You can't just forget people.

Bury them and pretend like

they never existed.

It always comes back to haunt you.

I wonder what Hill would think if David

Shane publishes a few of his e-mails?

I'm sure the wife would find them

interesting.

Take them. Read them.

Because I'm about an inch away

from ringing this guy's doorbell.

Regards to your mother.

I know where Hill lives.

I've seen his Armani wife.

He has no idea what

I can do to him.

To David Shane. May this article

bring you all the prizes you deserve.

And when you win the Pulitzer,

don't forget the little people.

Here comes the beep.

you know what to do.

Hey, Ro, it's Miles, again.

I've been calling for like a week.

Are you looking for a job?

If you are, come on, take me with you.

Guess what,

my sister had a boy, Fletcher.

How cool is that? I fly home

in an hour. Call me later, please.

I hate Narron too.

Narron's a dick. Bye.

Here comes the beep.

you know what to do.

Ro, it's Elizabeth Clayton.

Grace's mother.

-I need help.

-Elizabeth.

-Hi.

-Ro? It's Grace.

She's missing. They started calling

from her agency last week.

She goes to New york a lot and

I thought maybe she contacted you.

It's just that I filed

a missing person's report.

A woman drowned in New york.

- They asked for dental records.

-Elizabeth, hang on a second.

-I saw Grace last week.

-Oh, thank God.

-Spare yourself a trip.

-But if it is-- If I weren't there--

I know half the people at the city

morgue. This is not Grace, I promise.

I'll call you when I get back.

Hi, I'm Rowena Price.

Here to lD a body.

Whoever did this tried to weigh

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