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Fabian sat in his car which was parked at the hospital’s basement, and in his hand lay Amber’s old phone.

In a way, Margaret had done him a favor. When he had offered to bring Amber's belongings to the hospital, Margaret readily passed them to him without a second thought, not knowing what was in the phone.

He had betrayed the old woman's trust. He was a bastard. 

He closed his eyes and sighed, “V?”

“Yes, Mr Williams?”

“Run through all the files in Amber Banks’ phone.” He counted his lucky stars to have synced her phone to V’s system earlier that day.

“Look for anything that concerns Liam Smith. Messages, phone calls, transactions….I want to know everything.”

What does the son of a bitch have over Redd?

“Yes, Mr Williams. It will take a few hours. Is that alright?”

“That is fine. Send the information to my computer back home.”

“Yes sir.”

And with that, Fabian stepped out of his car and headed