GoodReadLane's suspicions about Keh never really ceased. After all, Keh's appearance in his life was nothing short of abrupt.
Was it truly just as he claimed, wanting to see Everett out of the picture, or was there a deeper agenda? It was hard to tell.
Until he could secure Dorothy's safety, trust was a luxury Lane couldn't afford.
Keh, of course, was well aware of Lane's wariness. Hence, he tread carefully around him, fearful that a single word or gesture
might betray him.
"Don't worry, if we ever run into each other again, even if | meet your girlfriend, | won't bring up your past with Dorothy," Lane
said, clapping him on the shoulder with a knowing look.
Keh offered a wry smile. "Thanks."
Having overindulged the previous night, Lane initially thought he was dreaming when Dorothy's call woke him up.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stared at his phone screen for a few seconds before answering groggily, "Dorothy?"
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"Yes."
"It's really you!"
There was a brief silence on the other end, as if Dorothy was unsure how to respond to Lane's bewildered greeting.
Quickly shaking off his drowsiness, Lane's voice took on a more casual tone. "Sorry, | didn't expect you to call so soon. Thought |
was dreaming. What's up?"
After a pause, Dorothy said, "Lane, | need to see you."
Want to meet?
Lane's mind raced through all possible scenarios in an instant.
"Why the sudden change of heart? Last time, you said you'd never want to seeagain."
"I... ended up in the hospital again last night. The doctors said without an antidote, | might end up like Everett soon."
The moment he heard she was in the hospital, Lane was fully awake.
He jumped out of bed and immediately said, "Which hospital are you at? I'ming over—"
"You can'te." Dorothy's gentle interruption carried a hint of weakness in her voice. "You killed Quincy, the cops are looking for
you everywhere. If you show up, you might get caught.”
Lane had his reservations about Dorothy.
But hearing her express concern for his safety, even if it was possibly only because she needed the antidote he had, eased sof
his distrust.
Lane had never received any form of care from Dorothy before.
It had almost be an obsession.
"How will | get the antidote to you then?"
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"Let's meet somewhere, just to talk. Is that okay?" she coughed forcefully, as if to prove her sincerity.
Not only did Lane hear it, but Keh, who had juste in to ask what Lane wanted for breakfast, heard it too.
"Didn't Quincy say he gave you something to ease the symptoms?" Lane had specifically asked Quincy about the antidotes given
to Dorothy and Everett.
By all accounts...
Dorothy shouldn't be in this state now.
"Because of everything with Everett, | haven't slept for days. So, the poison acted faster than expected. Quincy told you, right?"
Lane was taken aback; this was news to him. But if Dorothy was willing to meet, he believed it couldn't be for any reason other
than the antidote.
"If you're not up for it—"
"I'am," Lane interrupted, his voice firm. "Where should we meet?"
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