“This isn’t a good time.”
“You have to stop killing my senior directors.” I recognized Wallace’s voice.
“That’s not fair, sir. Sperling blew himself up when he tried to break into my apartment and you took care of Davies. Gershom is the only one I’m responsible for.”
Oh hell, this really wasn’t a good time. “I’m sorry, Mark. I just wanted to let you know we can’t see DB until later this morning, so Mother and Gregor will be going home. I’ll wait for you here at the hospital.”
“Not necessary, but thanks for the thought. Go on home, okay? It’s going to be a long fucking night.”
“All right, but please remember it’s only been nine days since you were shot.”
“How can I forget when everyone is hell-bent on reminding me?” he snarled. It had been a long time since I’d heard him so impatient.
“Really, Mark? That’s the stupidest question I’ve ever heard you ask.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”