How stupid does Nell think I am? She actually thought I would respond to her blog posting? Sure. I agree to meet and she has police there to haul me in. Not going to happen. I’ve had dealings with cops before so I know all of their tricks. I’m not agreeing to anything. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with. She has no idea of my genius. This is just a game to me.
What should my next move be? I could finish this whole business off and go on to someone else. It never takes long to find another one. Or, I could linger here—with her—a little longer. Draw out her misery. Make that bitch sweat.