60 Tones Of Red

5.05: Recovery

"Now our plan has gone to shit," I say,
"So much for going home soon," Eulalia sighs. I walk out of the bathroom and return to the room we held Bridgette in. The phone on the wall starts ringing as I reach for it, and I already know who's on the other end calling. I pick up the phone and Rey asks,
"Did you think that I'd let you use my daughter against me?".
"You are beyond sick," I say,
"Making that little girl end her life to cover your ass. You're a parent who has already lived long enough and seen life, you're the one who's supposed to sacrifice yourself for your kid, not the other way around. Now she won't get to experience the world for herself because she had a snake of a father like you whispering the venom that drips from your tongue into her ears,".

"Yes. And while I miss my daughter and her death hurts me, it will not hurt more than how you will when I string your friends up a rack by meat hooks en sus cabezas!" he spat, I slam the phone into the holder repeatedly before finally releasing it. Richard comes into the room and asks,
"Who was that?".
"Rey," I said taking a seat,
"He says that he's going to kill Matt and Quinn. I'm at a complete stop, Richard, I don't know what to do,".
"Ditto. Maybe this is a chance for you to slow down for a minute and catch your breath, take care of yourself," he says,

"I'll take care of myself when my boys are back here and safe," I say, laying my head on the table. Momentarily, I hear a phone go off.

     "You should get that," I say,
     "That's not mine," Richard says. I lift my head and stop to listen to the tone growing familiar by the second,
     "Is that Il Volo?" Richard asks.
     "Yeah, Mas Que Amor, that's my ringtone,", I remove myself from the table and walk to the next room over. I haven't used my phone since I got here hence why I forgot that it was in my suitcase. I open it and dig through my clothes to the bottom where I see my phone, an unknown number is calling.
     "Hello?" I answered,
     "Lydia?" Quinn asks.
     "Quinn!?" I returned,
     "Oh thank god I remembered the right number," he says.
     "How are we talking right now!? Are you guys okay? I just talked to Rey and he said th-",
     "Listen to me, Lydia. We're running out of time, tonight is our last night in Peru. Rey wrapped up his business here so it wouldn't be wrong to assume that he's gonna wrap us up next," he says.

     "So what, this is it?" I ask,
     "No, baby. There's supposed to be this huge Peruvian festival tonight in the city of Cusco at 8, there and then is when we take him out. It will have to be done quickly and carefully, the place will be crawling with cops but most importantly, make sure that you're-".
     "Nowhere near this, I got it," I say, finishing Quinn's sentence.
     "Right. You just have to come up with a pl-" he says,
     "I got it, I know what we're doing tonight. And don't worry, we won't fail," I say.
     "I know you won't, we have faith in you. I've got to go," he says before hanging up the phone, shortly I hear footsteps.
     "Who was that?" Roman asks,
     "Quinn. Get everyone ready, it's happening tonight," I say.