“Boy. I…I doubt it. I killed him out of panic. He was threatening my livelihood and my new-found independence from his controlling ways.”
“Don’t you think he and Webb were doing the same thing on a more global scale?”
“Philosophy discussions this early in the day?” Mars asked. He sounded amused. But he looked like hell in Dylan’s opinion, when he turned to see Mars standing at the entrance from the hallway.
“You shouldn’t be up,” Dylan said, resisting the urge to hurry over to help Mars to the sofa. He knew the man would not appreciate it if he did.
“Yeah? Well, lying in bed isn’t getting things done. Besides, I had to pee.”
“Falling on your face won’t get things done either,” Alastair said tartly. “Do you need more pills?”
“They might help.” Mars moved slowly to the sofa, grimacing with pain as he sat. “Them and coffee.”
Dylan went to get him some, while Alastair left the room, returning to hand Mars two painkillers.