Chapter 15

Eventually, the door opened and Brendan came in. He carried his own black bag and he had obviously found my gym bag; it appeared to be fairly full.

“You okay?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Yeah, I guess.” I walked to the window and back.

He set both bags on the floor and caught hold of me as I passed. He cupped a hand to the side of my neck. “I grabbed a couple changes of clothes for you and some toiletries out of the bathroom. You look wound pretty tight.”

“I got shot at!”

Brendan just stood there, hand on my skin. “We were lucky. He’s a crappy marksman.”

“What?”

“He was under a hundred yards away, with a rifle. We were in plain view.”

“Which means?”

“Most people wouldn’t have missed. I wouldn’t have missed. I thought about shooting back, but a 9mm is iffy at that distance and I couldn’t be sure there weren’t other people in the parking deck.”