Chapter 16

Seconds later, he realized he was in a bed as he finally eased to a sitting position—in a bed and practically naked, except for his briefs and the sheet that had now slid down to his waist.

“Take it easy. You don’t want to reopen the wound.”

Turning his head, Mark stared at Paul in shock. “Why…? What’s going on? Where am I and why are youhere?”

Paul smiled slightly, pulling up a chair next to the bed and sitting. “You’re in a safe house. We brought you here after the doctor took care of your stab wound.”

Mark remembered being stabbed, and what had preceded that. But it didn’t explain—”We?”