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No aliases. No burner numbers. No effort.
Just Arthur’s name sitting at the top of the contact list, like an open wound begging to be cauterized.
So I press it.
It rings twice before the voice on the other end answers.
“Albert, fuck. Are you okay?”
Arthur.
I smile, letting my Irish accent come through sharp as a scalpel.
“Arthur. Nice to speak to you again.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“Finn,” he spits.
“The one and only. You don’t sound thrilled to hear from me, pal.”
He exhales like he’s trying not to choke on his own fear.
“What do you want, Quinn?”
I click my tongue against my teeth. “Nothing you don’t already know. I’ll be seeing you soon. And I’ve got a bullet with your name on it.”
His laugh is forced.
“Not if I see you first, doctor.”
But his voice gives him away. That pitch—I know he’s bluffing. He knows what I’m capable of. What I do with my hands when I’m not saving lives.
He hangs up.
“I can’t wait to slit that fucker’s throat,” I mutter, handing the phone back to Reggie.
He grins, running a hand over his jaw. “Yeah. I think we’re all waiting for that day to arrive.”
Chapter 12
STEPHANIE
Song- People Are Strange, The Doors.
I’m in the middle of a conversation when I feel it. The staff room goes silent, and the atmosphere shifts to ice. I know exactly who has just graced us with his presence.
Dr. Finn Quinn.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
A shiver runs down my spine as I look up and lock my gaze into those icy grey eyes.
He just stands there like he owns the damn place.
Which, apparently, he does. He practically owns this hospital now, like it’s just another trophy he snatched out of someone else’s hands.
We are all under Finn’s rule.
