After she finished speaking, her phone rang. Glancing at it, she saw a message from Alfred Garland, asking if she had finished dinner and where she was.
He then sent her a location near McKinney's No. 1 Middle School, indicating he was nearby.
Nathalie Quinlan could tell that Amadeus Yancey was probably with him. She pursed her lips and picked up her phone, casually sending a lighthearted message in reply.
[NQ: Something came up. Wait for me five minutes.]
After sending the message, she tucked her phone into her bag and then picked up the single-shoulder bag from the sofa, looking indifferently at Myles Sullivan.
"Uncle Sullivan, you should think about it yourself."
Myles Sullivan sat on the sofa, worn out from a night of running around; the faint blue stubble on his jaw made him look quite haggard.
Seeing that Nathalie wanted to leave, he leaned back, letting his hand hanging loose at his side from where it lay on the table, his eyes dark and faintly menacing.