There's A Problem, Queenie

On his way to his grandfather's place, Pierce received a call. When he saw the caller's name, he frowned a little.

"Whenever you're not plotting something, you're killing people and if you're doing none of them, you're on the run from someone. Which of them are you currently doing?"

Benjamin scoffed from the other end.

"I heard your wife found the cure. I reckon I should be getting mine."

Pierce tightened his grip on the steering wheel and gave no reply. Benjamin sighed and added carefully, "You do remember the deal we had back then, don't you?"

"My wife found it. You should be talking with her if you want to get one of the cures. So I'm afraid but I can't help you and this has nothing to do with the deal we had back then." Pierce retorted in a frigid tone.

Benjamin went silent and Pierce could picture the frown on his face in his head.

"In that case, are you insinuating the deal we made back then is useless?"

"Stop bringing back that deal. You broke it when you killed Queenie