On the drive home, he rambled about his gym routine and his startup dreams. I nodded, but inside I was turning over every word. How much of this was rehearsed? How many women had heard the same speech?
At my door, he leaned closer. “Second date?”
I forced a polite smile. “I’ll text you.”
Digging for the Truth
The next day, curiosity won over caution. I searched not only his social media accounts but tagged photos, comments, even mentions in groups. What I found made my stomach twist.
His real name was not Deacon. It was Marvin.
Worse, I stumbled on a thread online where women in my city described being scammed by a man using fake names. He would borrow money, charm his way into homes, and disappear with valuables. Screenshots and photos matched the man I had just shared a meal with.
Setting a Trap
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