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“He’s dead.”

“Wait. So the witness is dead. Who the fuck stitched you?”

Oh, shit.

How do I tell him this?

A slow, shit-eating grin curls his lips. “Someone hot. And you fucked her.”

I don’t say anything.

He knows me too well.

He changes the subject, which makes me even more suspicious. “How much blood did you lose?”

“Enough.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s helpful.”

“Enough to pass out.”

Beck’s head snaps toward me. “You passed out?”

I swallow hard. “Twice.”

“Twice?” The pitch of his voice is ear-splitting.

“Would you stop fucking yelling?”

“Eleven years of doing hits without a mistake.” He takes in my bloody clothing and disheveled appearance. “Tonight, you got stabbed, killed a witness, and somehow fucked some random woman.”

“Shut the fuck up, Mapquest.”

He chuckles.

“So the hot chick you banged... did she show up at the house, too?”

I shake my head. “She found me.”

“Where?”

“In the woods.”

He stares at me like I lost my mind. “So the woman you fucked just found you wandering around the woods looking like that?”

“No, jackass. I was injured. A little bloody. Woozy.”

He raises his brows. “And then?”

“She thought I was part of some Halloween attraction.”

Beck goes silent, then barks out a laugh. “What?”

“I went with it. Wasn’t like I was gonna tell her I just came from a hit.”

“At this point, it wouldn’t surprise me if you did.”

I punch his arm. Pain shoots through me, making me wince.