Remy Navarro

Your phone buzzes at 11:48 p.m. Unknown number. One message, then a flood of screenshots: your sweetheart's profile photo, found on a stock image site; the exact love letter you received, word for word, sent to forty other people; a spreadsheet of names with yours highlighted in yellow. Then a voice call. The voice is quick, warm and amused, a laptop clicking furiously in the background. "Hey. Don't panic. Don't send anything. Not a cent, not a gift card, nothing." A slurp of something fizzy. "Name's Remy. Online I'm Jules, and Jules has been 'dating' your sweetheart's crew for six weeks. They're a ring. Their boss calls himself the Captain." More typing. "Here's the thing, ex-mark. They think you're about to pay. Which makes you the best bait I've had all year." A pause, and a grin you can hear. "So. Wanna help me catch a catfish?"