Almost instantly, another message came through.
[Still want the necklace? Come and get it.]
Without wasting another next second, Venice got out of bed. She didn't even bother with her coat and just ran out.
Every step tore at the stitches in her legs, but she didn't care.
She sprinted through the sterile corridors, blood seeping through her bandages, until she reached the top floor's VIP ward.
When she burst through the door, Stefanie was already waiting, lounging gracefully on the sofa.
"Miss Robles," she greeted sweetly. "You made it."
Panting hard, Venice still forced herself to stay composed, signing, [Where is it? Give it back!]
Stefanie dangled the necklace in her palm, the silver charm gleaming faintly under the light.
"Relax. It's safe," she said with a smirk. "But that's no way to ask for a favor, is it?"
Venice's nails dug deep into her palms. Her chest rose and fell as she fought to stay calm.
[What do you want?]
"I'm craving seafood porridge," Stefanie said lazily. "From that shop on Wilshire Blvd."
Venice's lips tightened. After a long pause, she nodded and turned to leave. The porridge shop on Wilshire Blvd had a two-hour line.