  &quot;I heard about the attack&quot;, Camille said.
  Her call was the first thing Rita received the following morning. Rita smiled into the phone, touched by her care. She felt a bit stupid for not answering all her texts and calls the previous day. She wasn't in the mood to answer anyone until she cleared the questions that had been burning her in mind since the attack.
  &quot;It was horrible&quot;, she croaked.
  Rita was still feeling a bit dizzy from the drugs she had taken and the only way she could talk was due to her headache reducing a notch.
  &quot;I'm sorry, are you alright now&quot;, Camille said.
  Rita could tell that she was worried from the tone of her voice. She didn't want her to be since she was trying to be strong ever since Rodrigo disappeared.
  &quot;I am now. It was just a graze, nothing much&quot;, Rita smiled into the phone.
  &quot;I'm glad it wasn't more t

  &quot;Ma'am, we've been able to get some information concerning the attack&quot;, Ramirez said over the phone the next day.
  Rita was just preparing to have an online meeting with some investors when Ramirez's call came in.
  &quot;Shoot&quot;, Rita ordered.
  &quot;First, we discovered that he has no email, no bank accounts linked to him. The only thing we linked to him was a phone number we traced to a burner phone&quot;, he said.
  It wasn't much but Rita was grateful for their help. It made her feel much better after hearing this information.
  &quot;Thank you&quot;, Rita said.
  &quot;You're welcome ma'am. We also discovered he used a jamming system that prevented us from coming to rescue you on time&quot;.
  &quot;Oh my gosh! I guessed as much because I wondered why you guys didn't arrive on time&quot;, Rita sighed.
  &quot;Not to worry ma'am, he'll be behind bars for a long tim

  &quot;All done, you're really lucky it wasn't a superficial wound. Just a graze, I'll prescribe some painkillers for you to use and you'll be alright&quot;, the doctor smiled.
  She was a young woman and Rita suspected that they were the same age. She smiled, thanking the young woman before she left with Ramirez who took the lead.
  &quot;Just drive me home, I need to rest&quot;, Rita said.
  She felt tired all of a sudden as Ramirez drove her home. She was on the brink of loosing it but she held on. She was a fighter and a good one at that. She wouldn't allow the circumstances surrounding her to weigh her down.
  When Ramirez got to her house, he parked the car in front of the double doors. He ushered her in, leading her by the arm because she felt suddenly dizzy. When she got to the living room, she met her parents pacing. Her father was on the phone with someone and when he saw her,

&quot;I heard about the attack&quot;, Camille said.
  Her call was the first thing Rita received the following morning. Rita smiled into the phone, touched by her care. She felt a bit stupid for not answering all her texts and calls the previous day. She wasn't in the mood to answer anyone until she cleared the questions that had been burning her in mind since the attack.
  &quot;It was horrible&quot;, she croaked.
  Rita was still feeling a bit dizzy from the drugs she had taken and the only way she could talk was due to her headache reducing a notch.
  &quot;I'm sorry, are you alright now&quot;, Camille said.
  Rita could tell that she was worried from the tone of her voice. She didn't want her to be since she was trying to be strong ever since Rodrigo disappeared.
  &quot;I am now. It was just a graze, nothing much&quot;, Rita smiled into the phone.
  &quot;I'm glad it wasn't more than that. I was so worried about you yesterday&quot;, Camille sobbed.
  &quot;Oh please, don't

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