"Hey, they're all on the house!" Sean was clearly on edge.
"No need. Getting an island from you is a big deal as it is. Thanks for not fleecing me and leaving me in the woods for the beasts to tear me apart."
"Sis." Sean was dying to ask if it wasn't too late to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness.
In the chilly air, Steward was continuously wiping sweat from his brow, "Ms. Collins, you've got it all wrong. Sean's been digging into that clinic fire all along. Some folks are sly as foxes, hiding their tails.
Just as we were closing in on some clues, you went and rescued that kid from the cage. Truth is, if you hadn't stepped in, Sean would've ordered us to save the kid. We were just waiting for the key suspect
to show, and the very next second, we'd have made our move!"
"So, I screwed up your plan?" Rosemary quipped, clearly amused.
