Chapter 28 Old Tricks, New Threats
Zayden lifted his dark eyes and car him one prowl trying to teach.
how to do my job?”
Finished
Finn bowed his head and backed off When Zaydem made a decision, nobody could change it
He’d caught wind of the things going on between Zayiden and Quinn–jant bits and pieces–but all he could think was, What goes around, comes around.
Three hours earlier, the old watch repairman had an opened hu shop when a bunch of rough–looking guys stormed in
“Did the Fairchild girl come here?” the one in fhond demanded, nonining two crisp $300 bill on the counter.
The old man took the cash without batting an eye. “You mean he posed to Quinn’s photo in a tabloid on the counter.
One of the guys leaned over and glanced. “Yeah, that’s her”
The old man stroked his heard thoughtfully, like he was trying to real something Yeah, she came by. Sold me a pocket
watch and left.”
“Just sold it? Where’s the watch now?”
The old man widened his eyes like he’d just been cursed. “Thing looked decent on the outtrade, but the inside? Total junk. The guts were stripped out, nothing worked. You want a bag of broken parti?”
The guy went silent, stuck somewhere between confusion and disgust.
The old man gave a pitiful sigh and shook his head. “I’ve been doing this junk trade my whole life, and the willl got me. Gave her a bunch of money for a pile of scrap. You guys her friends or something? Help me gen my money back?”
The men were already halfway out the door.
“What a weirdo. Must be outta his mind.” one of them muttered before they all filed out.
The old man chuckled to himself, thinking the mess was over.
But not long after, a young man in street clothes came in. He didn’t say a word–just laid out a near stack of hundred–do bills, then pulled out a photo of Quinn.
“If anyone asks, you tell them she came to sell something. Nothing more. bon’t add a single word.”
The old man stared at the cash and broke into a wide grin. “Understood. I know how to keep my mouth shut. Code of the trade and all.”
The young mang
gave him one last look, then walked out.
Once he was gone, the old man dropped the act. His smile faded as he stashed the bills in a worn an box.
“My old friend.. looks like that girl’s got people watching over her. You can rest easy now.”
Back in the city, Quinn was busy building her company, unaware of the people working in the shadows to protect her–or of the fact that Olive was starting to suspect something
Zayden, however, wasn’t the type to do a good deed without making it known. He sent Quinn a carefully worded message Explaining exactly what had happened.
She responded with a simple thank–you emoji and opened the attachment.
Reading through it carefully, Quinn felt both relief and alarm. If Olive had been digging into Norman’s hospital footage, then maybe she knew more than Quinn had expected.
Chapter 28 Old Tricks, New Threats
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Walter was also on her radar. The man had helped frame her for drugging One, and the hadn’t forgotten
Later that week, while interviewing new hires for the company. Quinn men comence completely unexpected.
He swaggered in like he owned the place–tight jeans, a wrinkled T–shirt under a jacken and thewing gum like it owed him
money
He didn’t introduce himself. He didn’t even bring a resume. He just flopped into the wear across from ben
“You’re Ms. Fairchild, right?”
Quinn narrowed her eyes, immediately on alert. She didn’t respond.
The man leaned forward, gum snapping between his teeth. “You’re the one who ran over my did, aren’t you?
Her expression darkened.
“That case was closed a long time ago,” she said coldly.
She’d already served time for that accident–time that should’ve gone to Olive. The Fairchilds had paid the family a bey settlement. The paperwork had been signed.
She stood up, unwilling to engage further.
“Closed” he barked. “I was a freshman in high school when your never finished school can’t get a job, and you think this is over?”
killed my dad.
- d. You got off
off easy, and I didn’t see a com
He stepped into her path, eyes wild and voice loud enough to draw attention.
Quinn took a small step back, keeping calm. “I’ve already taken responsibility. What more do you want?”
The man–Shane–smirked and pushed his bangs out of his face, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
“You give me one hundred forty grand, and I’ll let it go,
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