Who, then? “What do you need? I’LL have someone bring it to you.”


    Debbie wanted to agree, but on second thoughts, she decided against it.


    Decker’s wound was suspicious, and he seemed like he wanted it kept secret. So she said, “Thanks,


    Carlos. I’ll get it myself.” The elevator arrived on the ground floor. She walked out and began making


    her way to the pharmacy.


    “Look, are you going to tell me or do I have to wander around like an idiot till I find it?” she asked


    Carlos.


    Carlos was not a man that liked to be turned down. His mood darkened.


    He replied coldly, “Turn right at the gate, walk fifty meters, then turn right again. You’ll see a pharmacy


    there.”


    “Okay, thanks.” After hanging up, Debbie started running as fast as her feet would take her.


    A minuteter, someone opened the door to Debbie’s seventh floor apartment. Light footsteps could be


    heard, faintly. Decker’s eyes snapped open; he was Listening intently at the soundsing from the


    Living room.


    Debbie had been gone for three minutes. She needed to find the shop and buy the things, so she


    couldn’t make it there and back in such a short time. ‘Who’s that, then?”


    While he was still mulling this over, the bedroom door suddenly flew open. Two pair of dark eyes met.


    The two men furrowed their brows deeply at the sight of each other.


    “Eckerd?” That was thest person Carlos expected to see. How did


    Debbie know him? Why would he go straight to her ce after getting hurt? Hundreds of questions


    popped up in Carlos’ mind.


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    Decker heaved a sigh. He scoffed, “Carlos, what do you want by creeping into a woman’s apartment at


    midnight? Imagine what the tabloids will say.”


    Carlos sniffed the air. Blood. Instead of answering Decker’s question, he asked, “Yates’ men around?”


    “Don’t…know.” Decker turned his body, trying to hide his wound from


    Carlos.


    Carlos wasn’t interested in his grudges with Yates anyway, so he stopped asking.


    “Why are you here? Who’s Debbie to you, anyway?”


    “That’s…ugh! That’s for me to know, and you to…find out.” Decker smiled mischievously


    Carlos’ face fell. He took out his phone and called Frankie.


    “I need a background check on Eckerd.” Carlos continued, rattling off details over the phone Like


    height, weight, approximate age, and known aliases


    Decker was dumbfounded. This man was so damn efficient.


    Carlos didn’t know much about Eckerd. All he knew was that Yates hated him, and the feeling was


    mutual. Last time when Carlos dined with