(TYLER)
"…so it was Jericho who rained bullets on the Irish guy and finished him off." I wind up to Marco.
"The first gruesome thing Jericho has ever done in his life." Marco grunts. "Miles should have handled those people the minute you first learnt about them."
I ignore that. I can't imagine Sasha would have said anything, wanting to keep the other side of the family out of Adonis' business. We are in the hospital café and Marco is eating a salad and cheese sandwich because it is the only thing left available in self-serve. He says it tasted better than the plane food. It is in the middle of the night. The café is quiet, and only a few other miserable people are sitting around staring at their coffees and barely drinking them.
I know exactly how they feel.
Wesley is sitting with Sasha as I fill Marco in on the details that were making him shout in the ward. And the guard on duty is sitting a few tables away from me, pretending not to listen in.
