I'd barely reached his door, hand raised to knock, when Liam jerked it open.

"Syd," he said, face full of concern, "what's wrong?"

Was I really broadcasting that much? Oops. Time to tone it back a little bit. But my encounter with Quaid had me riled up and I'd done nothing but stew over it my entire stomping journey to Liam's door.

"I need your help." Part of me cringed, waiting for him to abandon me, too.

"Anything." He grabbed his jacket, was out the ...