Chapter 62

“You are such a bloody prude.”

“Probably,” Gerry agreed with a nod. “But I’m not going to sit here and watch them destroy you, Mark. I can’t do it. I sure as hell am not going to be a silent supporter of my own mental assassination. When you figure out who the actual good guys are and which of them are the villains, you come find me.”

Mark’s voice lowered and firmed into ice. “So that’s it, then? You just walk away and to hell with me? To hell with what we have? The skillet is too damn hot so you’re going to jump out?”

Gerry lifted his chin and the suitcase. “I have to. Because if I leave now, we might still have a chance. If I stay, they’ll only make us hate each other.”

Mark didn’t follow him, at least not immediately. Gerry made it all the way down the hallway, down the spiral staircase, and halfway to the foyer before Mark showed up at the top of the stairs.