phonecall Who: Lorne Cameron and Fletcher Charleston When: Shortly after hanging up with Julian. What: Telling his brother to hide.
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"Fletcher?"
"Yes. Where are you?"
"I'm at home. What's going on?"
"You need to find somewhere to go for a few days."
"What happened?"
"Someone followed me. He fucking knifed Gemma, and now everyone knows he's dead. You need to go now."
"Fuck. Where are you? Do you need help?"
"Still at Gemma's. And no, don't even think about coming here."
-aside: It's okay, just my brother.- "Still at... are you insane?"
"Jesus fucking Christ, you're not alone." -pause to remember to breathe- "Don't ask stupid questions, Lorne."
"No, and... Fine. I think I've got somewhere to go. Tell me you're going to get the fuck out of there. You're not going to... escalate anything?"
"You better trust her. I'll be out of here as soon as I take care of a few things. I'm not going to have Gemma dragged in to a murder investigation."
"I do. Not that you're leaving me a lot of choice. Be careful. I'm not kidding, if you need help.... you're running out of options, brother. Don't be an idiot."
"I've still got a few friends. Just get somewhere safe and take that girl with you. I'm doing the best I can here. I can't move Gemma yet anyway, not until I've got some help."
"Alright. I'll get out of here, and... find some way to explain. I hope your friends can help."
-sighs- "This might explode in a big way. If you trust her, tell her the truth. I'm not sure how far they're going to branch out for revenge." -and a bitter laugh- "Don't worry, my friends are experienced at this type of thing. We'll be fine."
"You better be." -long pause- "I'm not kidding. If this gets big, I want in. I won't wait for this to come to me."
"We'll discuss that later. Right now, just get out of your flat."