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“Hey, man,” said Razor when Monk walked in. “My sister was just here.”
“I saw her.”
“Right. Look, the reason I asked you to come in was because I want to thank you for saving Avarie’s life.”
Seconds before Razor was shot, Monk had been able to shoot the gun Petrov had leveled at Ava, out of the man’s hand. It bought them enough time for Razor to shelter her with his own body.
“I didn’t know who he was at the time, and I didn’t have the order to kill him.”
“I know that, and while I wish the bastard was dead, I am not questioning your actions. You did the exact right thing, and because of it, Ava is alive and so am I.”
“Who shot you?”
Razor shook his head. “I have an idea, but Gunner thinks I’m wrong.”
“The Russian?”
“Yep. The fact that she disappeared seems proof enough to me.”
“Unless somebody took her.”
“Do me a favor, and don’t repeat those words to Gunner.”
Monk nodded. “What else do you need from me?”
“I’ll leave the details to Doc, but we’re going after Petrov with all the firepower we can.”
“Roger that,” said Monk, standing.
“Before you leave, I want to talk to you about my sister.”
“I know everything there is to know.”
“Her ex, he hurt her bad.”
Monk nodded. “He’s in prison.”
“I know he is, but that isn’t my point. What I’m trying to say is, she’s built a brick wall around herself.”
“You heard her, Razor. She isn’t looking for a relationship. Neither am I.”
“Okay. As long as you’re both on the same page.”
MONK WALKED out of the ICU, relieved that Saylor wasn’t waiting for him. He hadn’t expected her to be, but he never knew when it came to women. He was also relieved to know she was exactly who he thought she was. No nonsense. No bullshit. Great sex. A little comfort given between two people who were hurting. End of story.
He checked in with Doc, who told him he wasn’t needed for anything, so he took a walk.
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sp; The hospital was in the kind of neighborhood he liked: not quite gentrified, but on its way. He stopped in a bookstore that had a used-book section and picked up a couple of mysteries he’d been wanting to read.
A few doors down, he saw a coffee shop with tables out front. It looked like the perfect spot for him to sit and enjoy a quiet afternoon.
He tossed the two books on a table and went inside to order.
“Hi,” he heard Saylor’s voice say from behind him.
