Daemon didn't show any reaction in the darkness blanketing the backseat of the car. He closed the small black box and placed it aside. He opened the door, and stepped out. He closed it back, and with his hands clad in black gloves, he adjusted his suit over his body.
He went to the front door, opened it, and leaned down to search the frozen doctor's pocket. He ignored the eyes that struggled to follow him, full of broken despair. He found the phone he was looking for, and under Drey's eyes, he made a call. He called the same hidden number he called the previous afternoon, waited for the call to be picked up, then threw the phone away.
