Evie couldn't sleep. She opened her bedroom door. She saw John's bedroom was closed so she quietly walked to the phone and called down to the front desk.
"Good evening, how may I help you?" asked the man.
"I need to send a message to management, please." she asked in almost a whisper.
"Of course." he said.
"Could you ask management to arrange a meeting here at the Continental with Motkova?" she asked. "He'll understand."
"Who shall I say it is from?" he asked.
"Ms. Taylor, Mr. Wick's guest." she said.
"I will make sure this gets to management. Is there anything else I may assist you with?" he asked.
"No, thank you." she said.
"Goodnight, ma'am." he said.
"Goodnight." she said placing the phone down quietly. As she stood to walk back to her bedroom she jumped as she saw John standing in his bedroom doorway.
"You scared me." she said knowing she was caught.
"Meeting with Motkova won't help." he said.
"I have to try." she said. "I can't seem to convince you to leave this alone."
She could tell he disapproved. "If he agrees I'll meet with him." he said.
"I want to be there, John."she said. "It's my life."
"And I'm trying to keep it that way. You nearly died, Evie." he said trying to make her understand this was not a simple issue.
"You could've let me. Then you'd be that much closer to retirement." she said. She saw a disappointment at her words.
"Do you have a death wish?" he asked.
She stared at him, "I don't know." she was thrown by the question and a bit upset. "I could ask the same of you."
"I chose this life. You didn't." he said.
"Yeah, well, it feels like it chose me so I'll deal with it." she said.
"Let me help you get out." he said.
"Not at the expense of you staying in." she argued. He could tell she was passionate about her argument. It didn't change his plan.
"Get some sleep, Evie." he said walking back to his room. His phone glowed signaling a call. He had silenced it so Evie wouldn't hear. He answered it.
The voice on the other end spoke, "John Wick, you have something of mine," said the voice. John stayed silent. "I know your reputation for taking lives but I never recalled a time when you saved one. Not really your style. Maybe you're going soft because of your wife's untimely death. Now if you turn her over I will personally see to it that you walk away from this life once more. "
John ended the call. He looked out into the living area as Evie walked to her room and shut the door. Motkova knew where they were and knew Evie was with him. He needed to end this. He hated to not tell Evie but he knew she would insist on coming with him. He couldn't risk it. He couldn't risk her.
Evie woke up. She saw the clock read 6:00 am. She got out of bed and went to find John. She hoped some rest would make it easier to convince him not to go. She saw his door open.
"John?" she said tapping at the opened door. She heard nothing. She walked in. He was gone.
The room phone rang. She reluctantly picked it up as panic set in that he was gone.
"Ms. Taylor, this is the front desk. Management would like to speak to you at your earliest convenience." said the man.
Evie was nervous to reply. John was gone. Did she finally convince him? Had he gone after Motkova? Was this truly the front desk? "Where should I meet with management?" She finally said.
"They will come to your room when you are ready." he said.
"Give me ten minutes, please." she said.
"Of course." he said.
Evie hung up the phone. She showered and dressed. She searched John's room finding a small handgun. She looked it over. She found the safety and clicked it on. It looked like the one he showed her how to use but it was a bit smaller. She pulled the top of the gun back to ready it to fire. She saw the bullet in place. She wasn't sure how many were in the clip. She placed it by the door in case this meeting was a trap. She watched the clock. They should be here at anytime. A knock came at the door. She cautiously approached and looked through the peephole. As a precaution she grabbed the gun holding it behind her back as she clicked the safety off.
"Ms. Taylor." she heard Winston call from the door.
She opened the door.
"Hello, Winston." she said.
"Evie." he said nodding as he walked in. Five other men with him stayed outside the door in the hall. Evie closed the door and clicked the safety on. She laid the gun on the table.
"I see John has gotten you familiar with the tools of the trade." he smiled.
"Where is he?" she asked. It was the only thing she needed to know.
"He wanted me to check on you. He has went to find Motkova." said Winston.
Her heart sank, yet she was relieved. Relieved to know he had not abandoned her as she had insisted on.
"How can I find him?" she asked.
"Ms. Taylor, if you care for John's safety you will heed his direction in staying here." he said.
"Winston, I need to know where he went." she insisted.
"Evie. John is a very focused man. It is best to stay out of his way." he said. "Your safety is his utmost priority."
"Why?" she asked.
"I don't question, Jonathan, and neither should you. He's taken a shine to you." he said. "The few that Jonathan has let into his life are very dear to him and those who have harmed them have paid with their life."
"I owe John much, but he owes me nothing." she said.
"That's not how he operates." said Winston. "He once left this life behind for one he felt was worth it. It seems he finds a value in you. A value that says you are worth staying in this life to see you out of it."
Evie just looked at Winston. She didn't have time to reflect on his sentiment. She needed to find John and she would be on her own to do it.