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sister was right, Quinn didn’t know if he could last five more days not hearing Orlando’s voice, not seeing her smiling eyes, not knowing if she could hear him when he said, “I love you.” The frustration and anger building up inside his chest was almost too much to bear.
    “I should get back,” Montero told them.
    Quinn’s phone vibrated in his pocket.
     “Unless you have more questions,” the doctor said.
    Questions were all Quinn had, but he wasn’t about to keep the doctor from taking care of Orlando, so he shook his head and watched Montero leave.
    In his pocket his phone rang for a fourth and final time. Twenty seconds later there was a long buzz indicating he’d received a voice mail. He didn’t bother checking.
    “How about some breakfast,” Liz suggested. “We don’t want to go back to the room until they’ve got her all set up again, anyway. We’d only be in the way.”
    “I’m not hungry,” he said.
    His phone vibrated again, a double buzz for the receipt of a text message. Someone really wanted his attention, but he headed for the door, ignoring whoever it was.
    “I’ll be upstairs if you’re—”
    Once more, the vibration in his pocket. Another phone call.
    What the hell? he thought. He pulled out his phone, ready to take out all his anger on the caller, but then he read the display: MISTY .
    He closed his eyes and tried to calm down. While he was still annoyed that she was calling him right now, there was no way he could be mad at her. She had to be hurting just as much as he was, maybe even more.
    He held the phone out to Daeng. “It’s Misty. Can you talk to her?”
    The Thai man looked uncomfortable. “I don’t actually know her.”
    “Tell her I’ll call her later.”
    Daeng took the phone and pressed ACCEPT . “Hello?” He listened for a moment. “No, it’s Daeng. His friend. He’s a little…preoccupied.” Another pause. “She’s hanging in there. Just came out of another surgery…Yes, yes, that’s why…I’m sorry?” Confusion clouded Daeng’s face as he turned and looked at Quinn. “Hold on, okay?” He put a hand over the phone.
    “What is it?” Quinn asked.
    “I think you’ll have to talk to her.”
    “I just…I can’t talk to her right now.”
    “She received a letter this morning.”
    “So what?”
    “It’s…from Peter.”
    Quinn furrowed his brow, and took the phone. “Misty? It’s Quinn. What’s this about a—”
    “Thank God. I’m, um, I’m a little freaked out.” Misty’s words spilled out rapid fire.
    “Relax. Just take a breath, okay?”
    He could hear Misty force the air out of her lungs in a jagged torrent. She breathed again, not perfect, but better this time.
    “Daeng said you got a letter from Peter,” Quinn said.
    “It’s actually more of a note.”
    “He told me you received it today.”
    “The mailman knocked on my door about twenty minutes ago.”
    “Misty, think about it. It can’t be from Peter. The timing is off. It must be some—”
    “It’s from Peter.” She told him how the note had been contained in a separate envelope sent by someone else.
    “Have you looked up the address?”
    “No, I’ve been too busy trying to get ahold of you.”
    He could tell she was on the verge of losing it again, so he said, “No problem. We can do that here. Give me the address.” Putting his hand over his phone, he repeated it for Daeng. “Find out what’s located there.”
    “On it,” Daeng said.
    To Misty, Quinn said, “Do you mind reading me the note?”
    “That’s why I called you. It’s for both of us.”
    “Both of us?”
    “You’ll see.” She read off a string of letters, numbers, and symbols, then, “‘I need your help. Call Quinn. A last assignment. For both of you.’”
    As she finished, Daeng held out his phone so Quinn could see the screen. The address belonged to a private P.O. box place in Raleigh, North Carolina.
     “Misty, hold on.” Quinn covered the phone again. “Call them,”