I drop the sign next to him and walk away.
By the time I make it back to the front, Kelly’s already gone. I spot him half a block down, heading toward the clinic. Bruised banana in one hand, yogurt in the other. He ducks inside, and the door swings shut behind him. Oblivious.
I head back to my car. Rain soaks through my jacket. The phone buzzes in my pocket. I drag it out, jaw already clenching.
Group Chat: screwups
Mikhail:
added Daniil, added Alexei
Mikhail:
Welcome to the screwup club big bro
Daniil:
He’s leaving in 5 seconds
Mikhail:
Already typing some angry response guaranteed
Me:
What the fuck do you idiots want?
Mikhail:
CALLED IT
Mikhail:
Calder wants us at the warehouse. Port side. Says he has something
Mikhail:
Probably bodies but who knows with that lunatic
Daniil:
The big one on Halperin
Mikhail:
Yeah obviously Danya which other warehouse would he use?
Mikhail:
Also fathers being weird. I think he knows about what happened
Me:
Knows what?
Mikhail:
That you got shot dumbass
