Evie was given a room equipped with two security guards to protect her. She knew it was to make sure she didn't escape. She was prisoner and bait to bring him back. It was a waste of time. She knew Aurelio would wonder what was going on. They had removed her cell phone so she had no way to call anyone. She would play along for now. She was thankful to John for saving her but also angry at him. The more she thought about it the more she felt he was responsible for the shits-storm that became her life. Her father carried a blame and so did her mother. Her both traded her to save themselves. She was a commodity. She admitted John did not do her the same disservice. To John, she was a innocent victim. A part of her hated him but the other part of her wrestled with that hate. He had saved her even though he didn't know her. He took the blame to protect her. He was out there trying to clear her debt. She hated him for that too. She prayed he wouldn't come. She could face this alone. Always alone, she thought as she became aware she was rubbing the scars on her wrist. The image of his goodbye to her ran through her head as she stared at the scar.
John had spoken to the few men who admitted association with Motkova. Some needed persuasion to share what they knew. And what they knew did not sit well with John. He needed to find Evie before her father.
"You killed Motkova." Said Cassian.
"I never said I didn't." She said.
Cassian motioned to a man by the door. Evie watched as the man left the room.
"Yet you never said you did." He said.
Evie stared at Cassian trying to understand his point. Evie noticed as the man returned to the room with an older gentleman dressed in a suit. She felt a panic spread through her as she recognized the face. Her father.
"Hello daughter." Said the man who she thought she'd killed alongside Motkova.
She stood as a reflex knocking the chair to the floor behind her. Cassian's men quickly grabbed her by her arms to restrain her. She stood staring at the man.
"I forgive you daughter, but there are consequences. You aren't leaving this world anytime soon. Your mother can't protect you anymore. Mr. Wick can't protect you. You need to accept these things." He said smiling in a way that made her feel sick. "Welcome home."
Aurelio was attempting to hammer out the massive dents in John's car. He knew it was pointless but he also knew John would appreciate if he could keep the original parts as much as possible. He was sentimental that way. It had been 24 hours since Evie had left. He had his men out looking for her. Aurelio heard a noise. He kept grip of his hammer as he cautiously moved towards the direction of the noise. His tight grip on the hammer loosened as he saw John walking towards him.
"You scared the shit out of me." Said Aurelio.
"Where is she?" He said walking towards him.
"I don't know. It's been 24 hours." He said. "She just went to grab a coffee and never returned."
"Her father's alive." Said John.
"Shit." Said Aurelio.
"Motkova's dead so the debt is cleared." Said John.
"Yeah, but daddy knows who killed Motkova." Said Aurelio realizing now the danger Evie was in. "Maybe she realized it and is hiding."
"Maybe." Said John.
Cassian walked into Evie's room and laid a garment bag on the couch where she sat.
"Your father would like you to get dressed. We are going to meet an associate for dinner." Said Cassian.
Evie said nothing.
"I can see you care about him." Said Cassian watching her.
"I could care less about my father." She said.
"I meant John." Said Cassian as he watched her demeanor change from uncaring to anger.
"He's the only person who cared about my life outside of their own gain." She argued.
"He killed your mother." He said.
"Why do you want him dead?" She asked shifting the topic.
"He left me for dead." Said Cassian.
"A liability of your profession, isn't it?" She asked.
"I owe him." Said Cassian.
"Fine. Let me go and find him on your own." She said.
"He also killed someone I cared about." He said.
Evie took a deep breath. She was a bit clearer now why she was involved.
"So kill me if you think he gives a damn whether I live or die." She challenged.
"Oh, he does." He said smiling. "But now is not the time." He said walking from the room.
She opened the bag and saw the same dress she was given at the Continental by John to wear. She wasn't sure what game her father and this man, Cassian, were playing. She made up her mind that no matter what the game, her role would not be victim.