The Letter.

Quinn stood outside the prison gates, her breath was uneven as she stepped out of the cab, thinking about what laid in wait for her.

She had tried to call Harrison to ask if he was still there, but his number was not reachable.

She stook outside for a while, wondering if this was a good idea—to be here.

With a sigh, she pulled out her phone and redialed the number of the man who had called her.

He didn't even tell her his name.

His voice was low, as if he was hiding from someone or something, when he picked up, and after a brief conversation, he directed her to a deserted place in the prison.

She was not sure if she could trust him, but something in her told her she had to follow through.

She needed to know what Yvonne had for her. She was here already and there was no going back.

When she arrived at the place, a small house nestled in a lonely, abandoned area, a man stood waiting for her at the balcony.

He was tall, with a hood covering most of his face, but his posture was com