At the restaurant table, Nick clenched his hand while watching the six of them leave happily. A message arrived on his phone:

... Sir, I’m inside...

—Wonderful. Now you won’t escape, Kate. You’ll walk straight into my trap. With my man close to you and gaining your trust, you’ll be mine sooner than you think. —Nick grabbed the phone and made a call—. Hello, I need the “Doctor” soon. We need to make that move.

He hung up, drumming his fingers on the table. Several mothers who were there with the