Page 51 of Knot Giving Up 2

Meggie grabs a glass of water and pops three pills in her mouth while he continues talking.

“Nils, McQuinn, and Oz,” Harrison calls out. “Put feelers out, get on the dark web, whatever you have to do to get more suppressants by tonight.”

The three of them turn to one another, and then back to Harrison.

“The dark web?” Oz quirks a brow. “You think we know how to do that?”

“We’re not exactly tech savvy,” McQuinn adds, sharing a look with Nils, who’s got a twinkle in his eyes like he’s about to laugh.

“Figure it out!” Harrison snaps, clearly as unamused as I am.

“Wait, I might know someone.” Meggie fishes around in her purse until she pulls out her phone.

“You know someone who can get suppressants in Paris?” McQuinn sounds incredulous, and I throw him a sharp look. She doesn't need his attitude right now.

“Um… maybe… it’s kind of a long shot and might be nothing, but I sort of think I saw my dealer here a few days ago at McDonald’s.”

“McDonald’s?” McQuinn says, sharing a wide-eyed look with Nils.

“The day we were there with you?” Nils asks.

“Yeah.” Meggie scrolls through the contacts in her phone.

Oz crosses his arms over his chest. “This the guy I met at the club?”

“Yeah.”

“Put it on speaker,” Oz commands. “I told you I’m never letting you buy suppressants on your own again.”

She rolls her eyes, but does as he says. The phone rings.

“His name wouldn’t happen to be Glenn, would it?” Nils asks.

Meggie wrinkles her brow. “No. But—” She cuts off to greet the person who answers, “Hey, Knox.”

For some unknown reason, Nils looks disappointed.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Knox says from the other end of the line. None of us like that he calls her that, and Harrison full on growls.

Meggie rushes her words. “You wouldn’t happen to be in Paris, would you?”

“Matter of fact, I’m here with the boss. What can I do for you?”

Oz cuts in. “She needs suppressants. Fast.”

“Got me on speakerphone, huh, sweetheart?” He chuckles a little. “Is your whole pack there?”

“Um, yeah.”

He makes a humming noise in his throat. “How fast are we talkin’?”

“Now,” I say. “Before the game.”

“That’s gonna be tricky.” His voice is suddenly serious. “But Glenn won’t like it if you go into heat and miss the chance to play the game.”

He says Glenn pointedly, and Meggie silently mouths, 'his boss.'

McQuinn and Nils perk up. Do they know this guy?

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