“I mean, I hope we don’t have to call a doctor. What would we say happened to him?”
“Yeah,” Travis muttered. “Sorry.”
“You thought we were under attack.”
“Getting abducted and killed can make you jumpy.”
“I understand.” She was about to back away from their victim when she changed her mind. “He probably has a wallet. Maybe we can find out who he is.”
She had just reached into his pocket when iron-hard fingers wrapped around her wrist. At the same time, another hand came up and aimed a pistol at her face.
Olivia gasped and tried to back away.
From behind her, Travis shouted, but she was the only one who heard it.
“What did you do to me?” he growled.
“Nothing.”
“I saw what you did to the can. Then you did it to me.”
“Let me go, and we can talk.”
“Why should I trust you?”
“I brought you inside. I could have left you out there on the ground.”
“So nobody would see me.”
“If I thought someone was going to see, I wouldn’t have been doing the thing with the cans.”
He thought about that for a moment before saying, “Fair enough.”
When he let go of her wrist, she backed away.
“Why were you digging in my pocket?”
“To get your wallet and find out who you are.”
“Gabe Bowman,” he snapped, then winced. “Again, what the hell did you do to me?”
What do we do?She asked Travis.
I made a mess of this by hitting him.
She could feel him mentally sighing.Maybe we have to tell him some version of the truth.
Like he’s going to believe it.
If we do it right, it might work.
“Why are you just standing there looking like you’re going into a trance?” Bowman demanded.
“It’s complicated.”
He slowly sat up. “You got any aspirin? Or anything else for the bitch of a headache you gave me?”
“I didn’t,” she reiterated.
