Quinn scrunched up her face.

Walter shot back, "If I had anything to do with it, you think I'd let you bounce outta Las Veges?"

It made sense. Quinn had been mulling it over, but with his ties to Landon, it was hard not to be suspicious.

"So, since you're tight with him, can you get him to let Abigail go?" Quinn asked.

"Tight with him? Who fed you that line, Alexander?" Walter sneered.

"No, I saw you with him before..."

Before she could finish, Walter cut her off, "I was tight with Alexander too, why don't you bring that up?" Quinn was stumped.

Walter didn't seem close to anyone, yet he could vibe with everyone.

Quinn stared at him for a bit and then said, "If you get Abigail out, I'll go back with you."

Walter raised an eyebrow, "Alexander didn't help you get her out?"

"Stop bringing him up. If you won't do it, then forget it," Quinn said, frowning.

Walter chuckled. "You're quick to defend him. Guess it doesn't matter if I'm here or not."

Quinn stayed quiet, not arguing back.

"These years in Las Veges have really held you back," Walter said.

Quinn clenched her fists. Every time she heard that, it sparked an annoying, restless frustration.

"Looks like you know it too, finally starting to self-reflect?" This wasn't Quinn but Alexander.

Quinn and Walter turned to see Alexander strolling over, hands in his pockets.

It was hard to tell if he had lost weight or if his shirt was just loose, but the black shirt looked kinda baggy on him.

"Mr. Kennedy, still kicking, huh?" Walter asked.Content rights belong to .

"Thanks to someone, I almost bit it. Someone must be pissed," Alexander said, sitting down on a tree stump opposite Walter. They sat facing each other, calm but with tension simmering underneath.

Nothing good ever came from them being together. Not wanting to hear their bickering, Quinn turned and walked into the house.

Casey followed her in but peeked out the door to watch.

Outside, Walter and Alexander stared each other down, neither backing off.

Walter laughed. "Mr. Kennedy, why you looking at me like that? Someone might think you got a crush."

"When you're being narcissistic, at least use your brain a little. Don't make a fool of yourself," Alexander mocked.

Walter wasn't annoyed; he just shook his head with a smile.

Alexander said, "You only show up now to join the fun. Although you're a jerk, at least you're not a coward. Looks like I misjudged you." Walter said, "It's cool. I forgive you."

He admitted it so easily that it made Alexander laugh.

"Where's Landon?" Alexander asked.

"How should I know?" Walter shrugged.

"Then what good are you?" Alexander sneered.

"Whether I'm useful or not, I don't need to prove it to you," Walter shot back.

Casey scratched her head, listening for a bit but not getting what they were talking about. She then went back inside to find Quinn.

Quinn sat in the house, feeling frustrated. Abigail was missing, which already had her on edge. Now that those two had met, her headache only got worse. "Quinn, who's that long-haired dude? Is he your friend too?" Casey asked.

She initially thought Walter might be Quinn's friend, but something felt off, leaving her unsure of how to approach him.

This question stumped Quinn.

What was the relationship between the three of them?

But one thing was certain-they were not friends.