Jeffrey was battling his own nausea, trying to keep it together as he moved closer to assist.

"Quincy was tied up, and her arm was broken. She couldn't have left anything behind! Everett, you need to calm down!"

But Everett wasn't listening. His bare hands sifted through the clotted blood, searching desperately.

"Everett!"

"Everett, there's nothing here!"

"Shut up!" Everett barked back, his voice fierce, "I have to find it. This is Dorothy's only hope. I must find it!"

Watching Everett's almost obsessive behavior, Jeffrey felt a deep sorrow but also understood.

This chance at life was Dorothy's gift to him.

Jeffrey knew the depth of Everett's love for Dorothy, having witnessed their journey together.

wasn't found, Everett wouldn't want to

left anything! We can find another way to get the antidote," Jeffrey tried

way?" Everett snapped, his gaze

Quincy was

she was

I'll get someone to bring them in for questioning, alright?" Before Jeffrey could finish, Everett froze. Right next to Quincy's left hand, he'd

these numbers meant, especially since they seemed incomplete, any clue was

quickly took photos with his phone, not minding the blood

be safe, Jeffrey also took several pictures from

phone number?" It didn't seem right

a number, a sequence," Everett murmured, studying

for

had previously commissioned a lab analysis of the antidote's composition, but the wrong sequence led to failure. The ingredients weren't overly complex, yet each was lethal if misused. A wrong sequence could turn an antidote into a deadly poison instead. "My God! Did Quincy have a

chatter, counting the numbers Quincy had

ingredients identified in the antidote, but Quincy had

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