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“Delete that, asshole!” Snowy screamed again. Ken lowered her arm and slid the vials from her fingers.

“I have to take these.” He pocketed them with a quick frown. “Sorry.”

Snowy’s tears vanished as fast as they’d appeared. “God, you’re still pathetic.”

“Snowy,” Kana snapped, stomping her foot. “You knew about the drugs.”

Snowy glared at her with annoyance. “What drugs?”

Kana looked like she was about to combust. She jabbed both hands at Ken’s pockets. “The drugs that were just in your hands! Fucking Durden!”

“So, what if I do? It’s none of your business.”

“Lady,” Alex sneered, raising his voice. She was driving him insane that he had to keep his composure before he hit something. It wasn’t the attitude. Alex could handle attitude. It was the way she could flip from crying to being cold in half a second, weaponizing every expression like a tool. It reminded him of every liar he’d ever dealt with on the streets. “Can you stop being a bitch for one second and just answer her goddamn question?”

Snowy crossed her arms with a nasty scowl. “Maybe I will if you delete that photo.”

Ken turned on Alex, nostrils flaring. “There has to be another way that doesn’t resort to blackmail.”

Alex snorted. “You of all people should know that in order to get them to talk, you gotta take extreme measures, pig,” said Alex. He jerked his head towards Snowy, who glowered behind Ken, and smirked. “Besides, someone here probably needs a reality check if she can’t see what’s staring back at her in that mirror.”

“Fuck you!” Snowy clawed at Alex. Kana leapt between them, and Ken caught Snowy by the shoulders before she could connect.

Alex’s phone lit up, the blaring guitar riff ringtone cutting through the room. Without even looking at the caller ID, Alex took the call, turning away from the chaos of Snowy trying to wrangle herself out of Kana and Ken’s grasp.

“Yo,” said Alex nonchalantly.

“Were you able to read the group chat?” asked Robin.

Alex shook his head despite Robin not seeing him. “Nah. We ran into a roadblock.” He threw a wink at Snowy over his shoulder. “Someone is making things a bit difficult by not telling us anything. Can’t leave until we figure out what she knows.”

Snowy jerked against Ken’s grip, lips snarling.

A slow, satisfied smile crept across Alex’s face.

“How many of you are there?” Snowy cried, looking around the room, particularly at Ken, hoping he would help her. But he was stoic like a statue.

“Okay, well, you might wanna speed things up,” Robin urged, “Connor just got there with Covey, and Hal is trying to stall—”

“Wait,” Alex interrupted, pressing the phone closer to his ear.

“Yeah?”

Alex recalled the last text message he received from Jun, telling him that Covey was acting weird. He didn’t have time to respond while dealing with everything just now. Even if Jun was here now, he had to make sure. “So, he’s good?”

“Who?”

Alex bit his tongue, almost saying Jun’s name as he forgot that everyone else didn’t call him that. “Connor.”

“Oh!” There was a slight hesitation in Robin’s voice as if they were caught off guard. “Yeah, he’s doing alright.” Robin cleared their throat. “But that’s not important right now. Covey is here. You don’t have a lot of time. You need to get out of there.”

“Hell nah, man. I ain’t leaving ’til we’ve squeezed every word out of our prized pony.”

Snowy squirmed violently again, and Ken leaned closer to Alex. “Really?”

Alex ignored him.

“Then bring her to me,” Robin suggested. “I’ll make her talk.”