Goodbye, Mr. Regret

Just as Phelps had predicted, Timothy could turn a blind eye to almost anything- but not this.

"I understand. I'll be there right away."

Naylor let out a sigh of relief. He still didn't know what crime Timothy had committed to land himself in jail, but after hanging up, he immediately called Phelps.

Phelps wasted no time, bringing a group along to wait for Timothy.

Before leaving, Timothy instructed the female doctor to take good care of Jessica. Leaning in close, he murmured to her, "I have something to take care of, but I'll be back soon. There's still so much I need to tell you. Wait for me."

He gave her a long, searching look before turning to leave.

Jessica's throat still burned painfully; she didn't protest as the doctor examined her.

The woman was here at Timothy's request. He didn't know about her cancer- Jessica had told him she'd coughed up blood, and presumably, that was the story he'd given the doctor as well.

So the doctor checked her throat carefully.

Jessica remembered all too well how, just two nights ago, her vocal cords had vibrated violently. Time and again, somewhere deep inside, she'd wanted to scream out in protest, but...

Herbert had warned her not to rush her recovery, to take things slow. Her vocal cords had been unused for too long; she couldn't afford to strain them.

After a thorough look, the doctor frowned. "The lining of your throat is badly inflamed. There's swelling around the vocal cords. I need to give you an anti- inflammatory shot."

She put away the laryngoscope and peeled off her gloves, continuing, "You'll also need some oral and topical medication. I didn't bring one of the medicines you'll need, but there's a pharmacy nearby. Wait here for me—I'll be back soon."

Jessica nodded.

the doctor stepped out, Jessica slipped quietly after her

alley and sent a

when he

managed to slip away

for her location, then sped off to pick

his mother's headstone had been split clean

father stood nearby, setting out flowers and

he knelt to inspect the stone.

been smashed

anniversary-why would his

break was fresh, the edges sharp and

scanned the area, searching carefully, and soon spotted a heavy

stormy as he approached Naylor, eyes narrowed like

shifted uneasily under

stare.

always been formidable-his

was enough to make

a sudden today?" Timothy's