Page 28 of Wraith

“Someone hired to kill you,” I tell him simply, there is no need for lying. I’m either fucked ordead.

“Doyle.” Smirking I bend slightly at the middle, and because I can’t move my hands or he might just shoot me, I point my elbow athim.

“That is the one. You have pissed off a very connected man. If I don’t finish the job he will find someone who will. Just an FYI.” Ishrug.

“Jesus,” he hisses, still not moving hisgun.

“Now, I know that you are obligated to arrest me, take me in, or hell, shoot me for breaking into your apartment. But might I propose something?” He still doesn’t talk so I take my chance to continue. “Doyle wants you dead. You don’t want to be dead. So how about I give you both what youwant.”

“Thefuck?”

“Now hear me out— Can I take my hands down? This is very uncomfortable.” He nods but holds steady with his weapon. “Thank fuck.” I take my arms down and shake them out as if I had been holding them there for a week. “Say we pull one off under Doyle’s nose. I go tell him you are dead and get my reward for killing you. Meanwhile, you get your FBI buddies to fake your death. Lay low until you are able to take him down yourself. How does that sound?” I cross my arms over my puffed-out chest because come on, that is probably the best ideaever.

“And what the hell makes you think that will work? He has a mole in every part of the bureau. He catches wind and you and I are both deadanyway.”

“Ah. But I’m sure you have some connections you can trust. A morgue perhaps? A John Doe that fits your description. We can work out thedetails.”

“And what do you get out of allthis?”

“I don’tdie.”

“That can’t be all youwant.”

“No, but it’s a start. Now, let’s put our heads together. I only have so much time before I need to checkin.”

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