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Chapter 19

Chapter 19

As Bennett looked around, he saw staff being questioned, rich kids still live–streaming, Joseph and Stanley standing there, and Quinly, the kid he’d seen earlier.

The memory of Quinlyn knocking over Yvonne’s bag flashed through his mind, and Bennett found himself making his way

toward her.

Before he could approach her. Joseph stepped in front of him. “Tcalled the police, Joseph said, looking innocent. “I figured you should hear the whole story”

“You did this?” Bennett asked, sizing him up. “Did you call the cops just for a little fight, or did you know something bigger was up?”

Joseph glanced around at the hidden cameras and said, “I saw the needle marks on her arm.”

“Is that all: Bennett frowned, pointing out the flaw. “Even diabetics need insulin shots. Most people wouldn’t immediately associate that with drugs.”

“Oh, right,” Joseph replied, looking genuinely surprised. “Guess I’ve watched too many crime shows. I got a little paranoid. But hey, it ended up helping the police, right?”

He shrugged it off, but Bennett was still skeptical. When Bennett turned to find Quinlyn, she was already gone.

In the corner. Quinlyn sat on a high stool at a small table, eating a little cake with a spoon–the one Stanley had just gotten for her before the chaos erupted.

Stanley glanced around to make sure they were alone, then leaned in close. “You’re the one who told Joseph to call the cops, right?” he whispered.

Quinlyn’s eyes narrowed as she savored the cream, clearly enjoying the taste. She gave a small nod, still holding her spoon, to let him know he was on the right track.

Stanley’s eyes widened in disbelief. “How’d you know she was suspicious?” he pressed, his curiosity growing.

reluctantly swallowed the cream and, still clutching her spoon, said, “When she bumped into me, I saw needle marks on her arm.

Stanley repeated, clearly out

in the borderlands. They’d sprinkle powder on foil and light it up, saying it gave a stronger

tell me?” Stanley asked, irritation seeping into

he’d always thought they were closer than she

thinking it over. “Because you can distract the enemy,” she

a scene could lower Yvonne’s guard–and that was important

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warmth in his chest, and his prickly attitude softened. He couldn’t help but tease, “Hmph, Joseph is useless. I stepped out for a second to get a cake, and he let someone push you around. We’re

a chill run down his spine and turned to see Joseph standing there, smiling quietly.

gave

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diss me,” Joseph said, sitting at the table and giving Stanley a pointed

at Bennett outside and asked Quinlyn, “Quinlyn, have you talked to that officer before? He’s really got his eye on you”

another bite of cake. He

out of this stuff. Her background is delicate, and it could get messy if the wrong people

Quinlyn, he’d either drag her to the station for questioning or worse, start digging into

snapped, his face scowling. He didn’t want to

of rich kids who’d just finished their statements swarmed around him,

an exclusive on a huge case that even the

how our views have gone through the roof, another chimed in. The people who were calling you a

leader. Anyone got a

it in, feeling like he’d finally found his moment. Meanwhile, the live–stream viewers were starting to

but no one noticed Quinlyn, the real hero