**Quinn’s POV**

“Where are you now?” Owen asked.

I hadn’t hung up on him yet. Because he was so persistent and threatened to tell Grayson, I had no choice but to keep the call open.

Owen also said I had to keep the line open because if anything happened, he could hear it and come right away.

But still, if anything happened, I intended to hang up. I didn't want Owen to come here and interfere.

"Quinn?"

I clicked my tongue. "Still in the taxi."

"Please let me come there. We'll look for ...