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My skull throbs. I have to stop a few times, so dizzy I nearly fall. When I’m only a hundred yards away, I’m gasping for air.
Maybe coming to Jamison’s house was a mistake, but I had no alternative.
Upon arriving, I barely spot the guards in time. They’re coming out his front door, but they don’t walk away.
I duck down, watching. Are they going to stay? Is Anton locking everything down? There aren’t enough guards on the island to post someone at every residence and conduct a proper search, but he could station a few in key locations. I can’t wait forever. I’ll pass out.
Part of me wants to leave, but I don’t have another option.
When I’m on the verge of collapse, a voice murmurs over their coms. After a minute, they head off, splitting up.
It’s now or never. As soon as the guards are out of earshot, I lurch toward the building. I tap on the door, then slide down to the ground. Blood soaks through my haphazard tourniquette; I can’t even stand up.
Jamison opens the door and flinches.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbles, pulling me inside.
“What is it?” Colette calls out from the next room.
“Get in here and help me!”
Jamison lifts me up, still strong for his age. With Colette’s help, he drags me to the bathroom and dumps me in the tub.
“You’re supposed to be dead,” he says. “You look halfway there.”
“Kate,” I grunt.
“Anton has her,” Jamison replies, removing my shirt from my leg to inspect the wound. “Don’t worry about her. Colette, get started. I’ll find the First Aid kit.”
“You can’t… hide me,” I say.
Colette sits on the bathtub’s rim and cleans the wound with the detachable showerhead. When she’s done, Jamison covers the bullethole with butterfly bandages.
“This should keep it from bleeding,” he says. “And it’s waterproof.”
“You’ll need to have the wound properly treated,” Colette adds. “And you’ll probably need some prophylactic antibiotics to ward off infection.”
“What about… blood?” I ask.
“It looks worse than it is,” she says, inspecting my leg. “There’s no exit wound. The bullet’s still inside. Otherwise it would have bled much more. And it missed the major arteries. You’re lucky.”
I shake my head.
“Not luck. Anton… shot to wound. On purpose.”
But he’s going to wish he’d killed me when he had the chance.
“Jamison, I need a… favor.”
“Colette, get him some water,” he says.
She nods and goes.
“Get me off this island. It’s the only shot we have to stop Anton. If he thinks I’m dead, I can operate. I’ll take him down. I’ll need time to prepare, but I’ll do it.”
“Ingram, I want to help, but there’s no way off the island. The boats will be guarded. Your men left with your jet. There’s nowhere you’ll be able to hide for very long.”
He’s mostly correct. Just because the guards left Jamison, doesn’t mean they won’t be back. Stealing a boat isn’t an option. Eyal and the rest are long gone. However, I do have one idea.
