"Thanks." Nicole accepted the towel, dabbing at her face and wet locks.

Nicole coughed lightly. She sneezed.

"Thanks a lot, Ms. Quinn," Nicole said, returning the towel politely.

“No problem." Evelyn tossed the towel onto the passenger seat and then lit a cigarette, leaning her elbow on the car window. “I've just been chilling here waiting for you."

The rain outside drowned out Evelyn's voice. Nicole asked, "Sorry, what was that, Ms. Quinn?"

Evelyn smiled, saying, "Oh, nothing."

Just then, Evelyn's phone rang. She smiled faintly, saying, "Qops, gotta take this."

Evelyn answered the call on Bluetooth, and Nicole could hear every word. "Evelyn, damn it! That chick bolted..."

Nicole's heart raced. That voice...

Evelyn stayed cool, firing back, “I know. You're useless. That chick's with me now. No payday for you, dumbass!"

“Damn, you're slick!" The man on the other end sounded impressed.

Losing a target was a major screw-up in their line of work. He'd rather get zilch than lose someone.

“Fine, you dumbass. Head to the base." Evelyn hung up, ignoring Nicole's shock. She smirked. "Well, still hanging in there, huh?"

Nicole realized she'd jumped from the frying pan into the fire.

Evelyn seemed harmless and even helped her report to the cops. Who knew she was a crook in disguise too!

"Who... Who the hell told you to do this?" Nicole demanded, her voice trembling with shock. But before she could finish her question, her body betrayed her, collapsing like a sack of potatoes. She realized there was something off about the towel she'd just used.

That was all she had time to think before she fainted.

Evelyn watched Nicole pass out and chuckled. "You held out longer than most, But it's all the same in the end."

With a smirk, she started the car and drove off.

Nicole had no idea how long she'd been out. When she came to, she was in a dingy wooden shack. It was cramped and looked Like some makeshift hideout.