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“You killed one witness.”

“Had to. He walked in as I was making sure the target was dead.”

He ignores me. “And you took the woman who found you afterward to bed.”

“She didn’t see anything.”

“Except your face.”

I remain silent.

“Your injury.”

I don’t say a word.

“And enough to correctly guess what you do.”

“She doesn’t know anything.”

“You better be fucking right.”

I wait, knowing there’s more.

“You’re compromised.”

“I’m fine.”

“You passed out twice.”

“How the hell do you know that?”

He pauses.

Fucking Mapquest squealed.

“Bowman called me.”

My eyes close. Of course, motormouth called and rambled shit to Bishop.

I’m going to kill him.

“He also mentioned you were sewn up by a woman watching YouTube.”

I’m definitely going to kill him.

“I’m going to send someone with an actual medical license to check your wound.”

I don’t argue. There’s no point. And it probably does need to be checked. I may have pulled those stitches.

“Two weeks,” Bishop says.

“What?”

“You’re staying in that cabin for two weeks. I’ll send someone to clean the scene and determine whether anything traces back to you.”

“Two weeks is too long.”

“That wasn’t a suggestion.”