Stella Lockwood walked out of the villa, intending to call Pearl Jewel, but then she saw the car parked in a nearby surface lot. Pearl and Philip Lefevre were stretching, one at the front of the car and the other at the back, twisting their waists and necks.
She ran over. "You guys didn't go back last night?"
Philip Lefevre smiled. 'How could we? You're the apple of Mr. Quinn's eye. If anything happened, we'd be in for it.' "No, we didn't. Are you heading back now, ma'am? It's so early, and you haven't had breakfast?"
"I don't have the stomach for it. I'm afraid I'll get an upset stomach if I eat… Let's go… Back to Nancaster…" She got in the car, pulled out her phone, and checked it. Still no reply from Sean Quinn. No WeChat message, no returned call.
She felt a faint sense of unease and tried calling him. The call went through, but no one answered. She tried calling Morton Grant, but his phone was off. The feeling of dread in her heart grew heavier.
