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“Did she see the target?”

“No.”

“The man who stabbed you?”

“No.”

“Weapon?”

“No.”

“Did she see you were injured?”

“Yes.”

“What did you tell her?”

“Nothing.”

“McConnell.”

“She thought I was a method actor.”

Silence.

“She what?”

“There was some Halloween festival happening.”

“And she believed that?”

“Sometimes.”

“Sometimes? What the fuck does that mean?”

I rub my forehead. “She also thinks I’m a hitman.”

He goes dead fucking silent.

This is bad.

Really fucking bad.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?”

I knew it was coming.

But this is only the tip of the iceberg.

“She thought I was joking.”

“Did she?”

“Mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“That’s what I said.”