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“Pretty thing. She looks like she needs someone to lean on.” Glass rubbed his chin with the back of his hand, while checking her out.
“Yes, and that’s going to be me.” In other words, fok off. “Wait.”
As I jogged to her, already I could see her withdrawing. I had to stop killing people around her. Or maybe I should just do it quieter – like without the ten shots to the back of the head. She hated Gregor and would’ve wanted him deader than dead, same as me, but doing it messily must’ve reminded her of my nastier tendencies. I’d definitely fucked up and hell if she didn’t owe me a finger.
I went to one knee beside the chair, looked her in the eye. “Hi.”
Her mouth quirked to the side. “Hi.”
“There’s a lot of bad stuff happening and I’m sorry you had to see it. But I can also see you need a hug.”
When I put up my uninjured hand to cradle the back of her head, she flinched but I carried on. This was one time she definitely wasn’t avoiding human contact...me contact.
“Come here.” I pulled her closer and into the angle of my shoulder and neck, pleased, after a few seconds, at her little mmm and wriggle.
“You’re free.”
She heaved out a long sigh then choked up. “I know.”
“Fok you’re strong, girl. Anyone else would be bawling their eyes out.”
“Hah.” Her hand came up, and she wiped at her face. “You aren’t.”
“I took my tough pills this morning. Though my finger hurts like hell still.”
“Tough pills? So that’s the trick. You should get some painkillers.”
“I will. Shut your eyes. You need to.”
“I...guess. Okay. Wait.” Then she went to sit up, except I kept her down. “The others! Are they looking to see if there are other women?”
“They will. I’ll ask soon. Shh. You close yours, I’ll close mine.”
Not that I did, but I felt her relax.
For a while we breathed together until Glass signaled to me. I kissed her head and rose. “Be back soon as I can.”
“’Kay.”
Glass waited, head angled. “We have to leave soon. You had questions?”
Where to start? “How the hell did you find us? Did the cleaning lady here send out a message?”
His perplexed look gave me the answer. “No. The police found out one of their own was killed and that you were here, and of course you’re one of us. Jurgen pays them enough. If you have possessions to grab, say so. We have to be out of here in an hour, before the cops officially arrive.”
So...” I figured it. “You’re doing their dirty work?”
“Exactly.”
Pieces were missing.
“How’d they know I was here?” I frowned. “The dead cop?”
“I heard a little girl knew your name and a messed-up version of my address and she told her mother. It went from there.”
“What? A little girl?”
“Yeah. The day they brought you here. You spoke to her after you saved her from a dog.”
