Chapter 30 The Debt Collector
Quinn suddenly understood–so that’s what this was about
She had orchestrated that little stunt with Zayden for her own reasons, but she ever expected in an have this kind of ripple
effect
“Get that woman out here now! If I don’t see her today, I swear I’m not leaning Let’s see how you am a damn business after
Inside the restaurant. Shane was going off, yelling at the top of his lungs with sauce stairs all over thank shirt.
As soon as Quinn stepped through the door, he made a beeline for her
The restaurant staff quickly jumped between them to hold him back.
“you being bitch! You told me to wait, and now you’re ghosting me? Where’s the money? Hand in over!”
His voice was so loud it felt like it might tear the roof off the place. To anyone who didn’t know better it sounded like she
owed him.
Quinn didn’t finch She waved him into a private room, keeping her tone level.
“Sr. would you mind having your staff step outside for a bit! I need to speak with him alone.”
The restaurant owner hesitated, glancing between them, then nodded. “Sure thing Just call if you need anything–we’ll be
helen reluctantly, casting nervous looks over his shoulder. The last thing he wanted was for Quinn to get hurt in his
If something happened to her here, he might as well kiss his whole business goodbye.
Stume gured and stormed over to her mouth opening to yell–then froze.
is sitting citly at the table… crying
Stuart way cough completely off ruard. His jaw worked uselessly as he tried to figure out what was happening
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wee sureb at wasn’t like he’d laid a hand on her. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. He was the one demanding money to piting therapist
Besand summering–ey, don’t do that… crying won’t change anything. I still need tharmoney. You hear me? You
both doch walk out of here.”
He pulled
londe, trying to scure ber
But he didn’t know withar bond of woman he was dealing with.
Quinn had grown up 10 aut
She’d been through prison She’d seen men like him and worse. Guys who threatened are building a blue to her throat. A little fruit knife didn’t even make her blink.
She keps cry, unde
For the first time. Shar dit we do. The knife in his hand suddenly felt like a prop in a bad play.
know
Ater a moment, he lunged forward and sandhed her purse, rummaging through it.
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Chapter 30 The Debt Collector
Shane ignored her, still digging through the small bag like he expected a pile of cash to fall out
She didn’t care if he was listening.
“The truth is. I wasn’t the one who hit your dad. It was my so–called sister–the adopted daughter of the Fairchilds. She’s the real noble one. Me? I was just the scapegoat
Quinn never thought she’d end up sharing her story with a lowlife like this. But even if she was faking the tears, the story itself was real
Shane scoffed. “You expect me to buy that? You’re the one who went to jail. You’re the one the court saw. Now you wanna tell. me it wasn’t you? Get real”
He dumped the contents of her bar on the table, tissues, cheap lipstick, and an outdated phone. Nothing valuable.
Fuming, he pointed the knife at her again.
“I told you to bring money! Where is 277°
Quinn stared at him like he was an idiot. “Even if you didn’t finish high school, you should know how much a hundred and forry grand weighs. How was I supposed to carry that here? Besides, banks are closed by now.”
Shane’s hand trembled slightly. The knife inched closer.
“Enough talk! No money? Then hand over your jewelry! Hurry up!”
Quinn slid the small gold watch off her wrist and handed it to him.
“This is the only thing I own that’s worth anything. If you don’t believe me, think back. Weren’t these the exact clothes I was wearing three hours ago when you saw me?”
Shane hesitated, trying to remember. She had been wearing the same outfit.
He let out a frustrated grunt, tossed the knife aside, and slumped down, raking his hands through his hair.
Quinn wiped the drying tears from her cheeks and crouched in front of him.
“Honestly, I feel bad for you. I’ve got a sister who treated me like dirt too.”
Shane sat silently for a moment. Then his head snapped up.
“You don’t have money today, but I know you will tomorrow. I’m sticking to you like glue, lady. You’re not getting rid of me.”
Quinn didn’t argue. Instead, she pulled out a photo of Olive.
“Everything I told you was the truth. I didn’t kill your dad. She did. The Fairchilds threw me under the bus to protect her. I did three years because of her
Shane took the photo, studying it carefully
“You for real?”
“Look into it. You found me, didn’t you? You can find her too. Ask around. The truth isn’t hard to dig up.”
