Page 124 of Samson

Delilah wiped at her face. “I know.”

“You’re upset. Is that why you came? To make things worse?”

“How’d you know I’d be here?”

“I didn’t. I was here doing my own surveillance.”

“So you’re watching the building too?”

“‘Too?’ No. You need to go.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you think it will accomplish?”

“I want to tell Demir I forgive him.”

“You’re not serious.”

“I am.”

“Go home.”

“Have you seen any movement from inside?”

“That doesn’t matter because it’s none of your business.”

“I’m telling you the truth. I want to tell him I forgive him.”

“You’re out of your mind.”

“Maybe. Probably. It doesn’t change anything.”

“Delilah, go home.”

“I can’t.” She started crying again and covered her face. “I’m sorry.”

Trevors mumbled under his breath. “Look, Delilah. I’m sorry you’re having so much trouble with this, but this is not the way to deal with it. In fact, I know someone. A psychologist I think?—”

A string of explosions shook the ground, and a shockwave blew in the car’s windows. Delilah screamed and covered her head. Her ears pounded as she sat back up. Trevors wasn’t at the window anymore. “Agent Trevors?” She tried to rise in her seat to see out the window, but her seatbelt caught. “Agent Trevors?” she yelled as she struggled with the release. “Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay.”

He rose up beside the car with his hand on his head. Blood covered the side of his face.

“You okay?” he said, out of breath.

She shouldered the door to get it open, then came around to him. “You’re bleeding.”

“So are you.”

She touched her face and felt the wetness. Her legs gave in, and she fell against the car, taking several deep breaths as her vision wavered.

“Are you okay?” The muffled words swirled in her head as a weight tugged at her arm. She looked back at Trevors. “You gonna pass out?” he said.

She shook her head slowly. “I think I’m okay.”

“Good. I’ve got to call this in, but my phone’s in my car. You going to be okay if I leave you here for a second?”

“Yeah, go.”

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