Page 65 of Road to Absolution

Eyeing the cash, they both shrugged and wished me “sweet dreams” before leaving the room.

I swatted away the thermometer. “Would you stop that?”

She huffed at Scorch, “You didn’t need to pay them. My performance was very convincing.”

Pulling a cell phone to his ear, he balked, “Keep your night job, babe.”

She lifted my shirt to check for injuries while bitching, “Asshole.”

Scorch wiped his forehead free of sweat while speaking into his phone. “Hey, had an attempt… No. Failed…” He helped lift my shirt to inspect for what, I don’t know. Stab wounds? Enemy tattoos? Then he ruffled my hair. “The pup is fine, just shaken up.”

Shaken up? Were you not just here?

It had been a decoy that had Scorch running down the hall.

It had been a needle that the other two men had planned on using.

The nurse picked up a syringe from the floor, her mouth gaping. She then looked at my arm. “It seems your temper tantrum may have saved your life.”

There are not enough pills in the world to help me sleep now.