There was no way Landon, with his endless, shameless favoritism toward Noelle, would just leave her to rot in a holding cell.
She’d known this from the moment she called the police and had Noelle taken away.
So when Sonya’s WhatsApp message pinged through, she didn’t feel even the faintest ripple of surprise.
She just replied to Sonya’s earlier message about helping to find Dapper.
[Thank you, Sonya.]
Cheers, infinity.
Once Arrow rallied Landon’s “rowdy friends,” they all showed up.
“Landon, everyone’s here. Let’s put our heads together and figure out how to get Noelle out of the station,” Connor said, settling in next to Landon, who’d been drinking in brooding silence.
At Connor’s words, Chandler Morrison—who’d been mindlessly scrolling through his wife’s Instagram—looked up, frowning slightly.
“You’re trying to bail Noelle out?”
Landon didn’t answer, just shot Chandler a cold, dismissive look.
Chandler didn’t take it personally. If Landon wanted to bail someone out, let him—after all, Chandler’s own marriage wasn’t on the line.
Oh, right. His wife had already filed for divorce ages ago.
Womp womp.
Chandler slumped deeper into the corner of the couch, wallowing in his own misery, not interested in any “Free Noelle” brainstorming session.
But suddenly, Landon—after several rounds of whiskey—slammed his glass down on the coffee table with a sharp crack, startling everyone.
All eyes turned to him.
With a voice roughened by booze and frustration, he announced, “Zinnia’s got a dog behind my back.”
Everyone: “???”


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