Everett didn't answer the call beside Dorothy, not because he had anything to hide from her, but the idea of chatting up another woman, especially with undertones of flirtation, in front of her just didn't sit right with him. Even if it meant securing the antidote that could save her life. He stepped away, though a quick glance back assured him he could still see where Dorothy was.

As soon as the call connected, Quincy's voice came through, soft and coquettishly sweet.

"Mr. Lopez... I'm sorry, I dozed off again last night..."

"It's fine."

"Did you take the medicine I gave you?"

There was a pause before Everett replied, "The one you said would make me feel better?"

"Mhm..."

"No," he said, his gaze drifting back to Dorothy's frail figure, his brows furrowing slightly, "Quincy, we need to meet. There's something I need to ask you."

Quincy was taken aback by the sudden invitation.

But, of course, she wouldn't refuse!

meet at that hotel

diner. I

something for you, bring it over! You

time. I'm tied up

the seriousness in Everett's voice, Quincy

be... Did Everett find out Dorothy hadn't taken the

supposed to be over Dorothy, wasn't

That couldn't be it.

of speculation rushed through

talk about?" Quincy couldn't help

I need you to

put it that way, pressing him further seemed

to push her luck, pestering him with more questions. She'd find out soon

Quincy the diner's location, setting the

he couldn't just leave, not with Jeffrey's situation still up in

Dorothy's side, she looked up at him, her eyes still

nodded. "I need to meet

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