Chapter 73
“You don’t come back, and Cruz will know something is up,” Edmund said. “Just go home. We have to discuss how we’re going to move next.”
“Slight problem with that.”
There was nothing slight about this whole fiasco. “What?”
“The wanker pulled a gun. I’ve got a bullet buried in my thigh. I go back to your place and there’s going to be blood all over.”
The police involvement made infinitely more sense now, and actually, the shot made things easier. They’d get the bullet out, and in a day or two, Mathias would be completely healed from it. There would be no physical evidence linking Mathias to the incident, no matter what the eyewitness might say.