Anger and fear made her grit her teeth as the voice filtered out through her phone.  She glanced to see if there was a number on her screen, knowing that he was probably not using a trackable site, but still...<br/><br/>"Bastard.  You think you're so smart, but like every other cheap, petty criminal, you'll get yours..."  she was about to lay into him, when suddenly, a 7 digit number poured from between her lips into the reciever.  She clamped her teeth closed, but it was already too late... the damage was done.<br/><br/><em>my god, what have I done?</em>