I could see his mouth moving.
But it sounded like he was underwater.
“What?” I said, blinking slowly.
“You need medical attention? We’re gonna need a statement—this is an active investigation?—”
Too many words.
Too fast.
I shook my head once, trying to clear it.
“I’m good.”
Even though I wasn’t.
At all.
My shoulder throbbed.
Deep.
Not surface pain.
Something worse.
Like it shifted wrong when I hit the ground.
Firefighters rushed past us, spraying down what was left of my car.
“If you were closer to that vehicle… you’re lucky to be alive,” the cop kept saying.
Lucky.
I almost laughed.
Headlights cut through the chaos.
A black van sliding up smoothly.
It was my security.
Right on time.
One of my guys stepped out fast, walking straight toward me.
“Let’s go, Boss,” he said low.
I moved.
Quick.
Before the police could ask anything else.
The van door slid open.
I stepped inside.
