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“Then why am I here with a bullet in my leg? Why hasn’t
Warner found you yet? Why am I unarmed—”
“This could be a part of your plan!”
“And you helped me anyway!” Kenji dares to raise his
voice. “Why didn’t you just let me die? Why didn’t you shoot
me dead? Why did you help me?”
Adam falters. “I don’t know.”
“You do know. You know I’m not here to mess you up. I
took a goddamn beating for you—”
“You weren’t protecting any information of mine.”
“Well, shit, man, what the hell do you want me to say?
They were going to kill my ass. I had to run. It wasn’t my
fault some dude dropped me off at your door—”
“This isn’t just about me, don’t you understand? I’ve
worked so hard to find a safe place for my brother and in
one morning you ruined years of planning. What the hell am
I supposed to do now? I have to run until I can find a way to
keep him safe. He’s too young to have to deal with this—”
“We’re all too young to have to deal with this shit.” Kenji is
breathing hard. “Don’t fool yourself, bro. No one should
have to see what we’ve seen. No one should have to wake
up in the morning and find dead bodies in their living room,
but shit happens. We deal with it, and we find a way to
survive. You’re not the only one with problems.”
Adam sinks into the sofa. 80 pounds of worry weigh down
his shoulders. He leans forward with his head in his hands.
Kenji stares at me. I stare back.
He grins and hobbles forward. “You know, you’re pretty
sexy for a psycho chick.”
Click.
Kenji is backing up with his hands in the air. Adam is
pressing a gun to his forehead. “Show some respect, or I will
burn it into your skull.”
“I was kidding—”
“Like hell you were.”
“Damn, Adam, calm the hell down—”