Their car was already on the road, and up ahead past the traffic light was the hotel where Yolanda was staying.
Spencer Sullivan didn't know what came over him, but he miraculously agreed, "You deliver it."
He always thought of the little boy's chubby face.
...
Without the gun, Yolanda cried her eyes out. Yvonne finally managed to coax him to sleep, then sat beside the bed, looking at his red, swollen eyes, stroking his forehead with a heavy heart.
Her phone, set to silent, was placed on the bedside table. The screen lit up with a message from Zachary Young: "Ready to come down, the car is waiting for you."
Yvonne picked up her phone and got up, took one last look at Yolanda, her eyes filled with determination.
She could no longer let Mandy Carter's daughter take what belonged to Yolanda, even if it was just a toy gun. She'd get it back someday.
Yvonne told Aunt Kennedy and left the room.
In the blink of an eye, the high-speed elevator reached the first floor.
