Dane
"Dane, we talked about this." John's voice was tense on the other end of the line. "The risk is far higher if you're trying to elude them! They can call on others—they'll have manpower you just won't have. Not to mention that it adds charges if the Police have warrants. With the financial resources you have at your disposal, the chances of being stuck in any cell for any length of time prior to conviction is so small—"
"But I can't risk it at all. I'm serious, John."
"Why?"
Dane took a breath. He was going to figure it out anyway. "It looks like… like Lila's pregnant."
John hesitated. "I thought that was a ruse?"
"It was at first. But now… look, I need you to get a package delivered to her at the Penthouse—pregnancy tests, prenatal vitamins, and anything else a pregnant woman is supposed to have. Like, do your research."
"I can't courier you a doctor, Dane," John said flatly.
"No shit, Sherlock."
