# Noah Lancaster's POV#
"Alright." The word escapes before I can stop it. "Let's do this."
Zoey's eyes light up with triumph. "Really?"
The whiskey has numbed the part of my brain that usually prevents terrible decisions. "Yes. Call her."
Zoey slides off my lap and retrieves her phone. Her fingers hover over the screen.
"Once I make this call, there's no going back."
"There's already no going back. Not after what you showed me tonight."
She nods and dials. I watch her face transform as the phone rings.
"Chloe? It's me... I'm worried about Noah... Yes, I came to check on him... He's been drinking heavily and saying strange things about Gabriel Donovan..."
I can hear Chloe's sharp voice through the speaker, though I can't make out the words.
"He kept asking if you were working late again tonight. And he mentioned something about hospitals... Chloe, I think he knows something..."
More agitated sounds from Chloe's end.
