"Why are you still in L.A.? And you were still out and about in the last two days?" Luke smelled blood from her waist injury.
It had clearly re-opened.
Bloodmint put the pistol away and was silent for a moment before she said, "It's been too chaotic recently. What can they do if I leave?"
She looked at the slums outside the window.
Luke heaved a soundless sigh. Was this woman a saint in her past life? Her own life was so tragic, yet she didn't forget to protect these people whom she barely knew.
He typed: "You should go. You can come out of hiding after a few months at least. I'll keep an eye on things here for you."
Bloodmint was silent. There was a struggle in her eyes.
Luke typed again: "The police's attention is now focused on Alex, who was just arrested. This is the best time to leave. Once things settle down, the police will come after you again. You'll be found sooner or later."
