Kristina L.

«Beverly got a new name and a new life. No club, no power, no past. Sometimes I wonder if justice saved her... or just locked her in a bigger cage. But she’s alive. And that’s the only thing that matters».

- It was the best option for her, Wayne. The only one... - I know. But it doesn't make it right...

- She said she was stopping by the club for some files, then coming straight here. Must have got held up at the office. - Beverly doesn’t get "held up." She fears me enough to be punctual.

- Bill, you always said this place was buzzing at this hour. - Frederick? I wasn't expecting you.

- Bev, breathe. You’re safe here, just trust me. - Trust you? If Frederick calls and I don’t answer, he’s gone - and so is my life. - Focus, Beverly. Did he mention any secondary locations?

- You’re a cop? Everything... was it all a lie? - Not everything. But right now, you’re either a witness or a target. Choose.

- Lay out what you’ve got. Don't waste my time.

«All those stories about the mountains were just a cover. If Frederick hears this from anyone but me, I’m dead. Sorry, old man, but in this game, I choose myself».

- I found trackers on the shipments. Bill’s been playing his own game behind our backs. Look at these logs... he’s talking to the wrong people. I didn't want to believe it either, but the numbers don't lie.

- You’re running the warehouse now, and that’s a big deal. And I’m just an old fool… I rarely take anyone at their word.

- The most important thing is knowing your place in the machine...

- If I hadn't agreed, I wouldn't have just lost my job. I would've disappeared. For good.

- I won't. I know who I am. Consider it done. I’ve got to get back. - Two weeks, Wayne. Or I'm pulling you out.