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Cormac reached to the floor behind one of the chairs and produced several items of clothing, stacked and folded—and Ben’s battered semiautomatic. And that answered the question of whether he’d been searched. Boss and company obviously didn’t think we were much of a threat. It was almost insulting.
“I picked up what you dropped. Some of it’s kind of mangled.” He handed the stack to Ben.
“You shouldn’t even be holding this thing.” Ben gestured at the gun.
Cormac shrugged him off. “Won’t happen again. I thought you might need it.”
“For all the good it’s done so far. Anyway. Thanks.” He set the gun on a table and surveyed the clothing.
“It’d be nice if you could avoid that sort of thing from now on.”
“I’ll put that on the list: ‘Don’t lose your shit.’ Then you won’t have to use those silver knives of yours on me.”
“I wouldn’t—”
Ben pointed. “You would if you had to.”
Cormac looked away. So did Ben. I wondered if I should shove in between them to keep from saying anything else—something either one of them would regret.
“Sorry,” Ben said finally. “I’ll try to keep from freaking out too badly from now on.”
Cormac shrugged him off and headed to the doors. “Let’s see that room.”
Boss led the way, and the others followed, leaving us alone for a moment, and I was grateful. Ben handed me the pile of clothes, taking the shirt off the top and holding it up. Sure enough, the I ESCAPED ALCATRAZ shirt was ripped at the seams, Incredible Hulk–like, as a result of Ben tearing it off rather than bothering with conventional removal. Not to mention all the blood soaked into it from the earlier fight. It showed up even against the black. We’d all had a hell of a night, hadn’t we?
“Huh,” he said, then wadded it up and threw it into a corner.
“At least when that happens to you you can go shirtless,” I said. “I have to walk around with my arms crossed.”
The trousers, boxers, and shoes were intact enough. He put them on and gave a satisfied sigh. Straightening, he squared his shoulders, indicating that he felt increasingly more human. I wrapped my arms around his middle and rubbed my faced against his chest, letting the hair there tickle my skin and taking in his scent.
He hugged back, then picked at the T-shirt on my shoulders.
“That’s not your shirt,” he said.
“Yeah. The last one was kind of covered with blood. It seems to be the theme of the night. That guy loaned me one.”
“That guy—the on the street where I found you? I remember him. What was up with him?”
“I don’t really know,” I said. “He seemed nice enough.”
“That’s kind of what’s weird about him,” Ben said. “Did he even want his shirt back?”
I looked down at myself and furrowed my brow. “Why do I suddenly want to look for a homing device stitched into this?”
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you walk around with just your arms crossed,” he said.
“Later,” I said.
“I knew we wouldn’t be going back to the hotel room just yet. Can’t we go back just for an hour?”
“Aren’t you the least bit curious about how all this is going to turn out?”
“Not at the expense of losing you,” he said, smoothing my hair back from my face. “I don’t ever want to get that close again.”
I wanted to tell him that he wouldn’t, that I’d always be all right. But I couldn’t make that promise.
Hand in hand, we followed the others through the door and into the next room.
