Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 1199

Who, then? “What do you need? I’LL have someone bring it to you.”

Debbie wanted to agree, but on second thoughts, she decided against it.

Decker’s wound was suspicious, and he seemed like he wanted it kept secret. So she said, “Thanks,Carlos. I’ll get it myself.” The elevator arrived on the ground floor. She walked out and began makingher way to the pharmacy.

“Look, are you going to tell me or do I have to wander around like an idiot till I replace it?” she askedCarlos.

Carlos was not a man that liked to be turned down. His mood darkened.

He replied coldly, “Turn right at the gate, walk fifty meters, then turn right again. You’ll see a pharmacythere.”

“Okay, thanks.” After hanging up, Debbie started running as fast as her feet would take her.

A minute later, someone opened the door to Debbie’s seventh floor apartment. Light footsteps could beheard, faintly. Decker’s eyes snapped open; he was Listening intently at the sounds coming from the

Living room.

Debbie had been gone for three minutes. She needed to replace the shop and buy the things, so shecouldn’t make it there and back in such a short time. ‘Who’s that, then?”

While he was still mulling this over, the bedroom door suddenly flew open. Two pair of dark eyes met.

The two men furrowed their brows deeply at the sight of each other.

“Eckerd?” That was the last person Carlos expected to see. How did

Debbie know him? Why would he go straight to her place after getting hurt? Hundreds of questionspopped up in Carlos’ mind.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Decker heaved a sigh. He scoffed, “Carlos, what do you want by creeping into a woman’s apartment atmidnight? Imagine what the tabloids will say.”

Carlos sniffed the air. Blood. Instead of answering Decker’s question, he asked, “Yates’ men around?”

“Don’t…know.” Decker turned his body, trying to hide his wound from

Carlos.

Carlos wasn’t interested in his grudges with Yates anyway, so he stopped asking.

“Why are you here? Who’s Debbie to you, anyway?”

“That’s…ugh! That’s for me to know, and you to…replace out.” Decker smiled mischievously

Carlos’ face fell. He took out his phone and called Frankie.

“I need a background check on Eckerd.” Carlos continued, rattling off details over the phone Likeheight, weight, approximate age, and known aliases

Decker was dumbfounded. This man was so damn efficient.

Carlos didn’t know much about Eckerd. All he knew was that Yates hated him, and the feeling wasmutual. Last time when Carlos dined with