Page 113 of Callan

“My name is Callan. I’m sorry about what happened tonight. You weren’t supposed to be their target.”

My eyebrows move slowly like caterpillars brought back to life.

“Their target? How do you know about what happened tonight?”

His eyes glint with wavering light as he soaks me in like I soaked him in only a few moments ago.

“Beverly…” I murmur. “Did she call you?”

“She did.”

“Why can’t I call you?”

He weighs his answer.

“Because I thought you’d be safer if you didn’t know much about me.”

“Do you still think that?”

“I do.”

His answer takes me by surprise.

“Even after what happened tonight?”

He leans back in his seat and unbuttons his sleek suit jacket.

I can’t help myself and ask.

“Are you expected somewhere?”

A soft smile tilts his lips.

“I’m not,” he says. “But I was going somewhere.”

Resentment falls through my chest.

“Are you still going there?”

He gives me an amused look, his stare moving down.

There’s not much to entertain himself with. A bland look is all I have to offer.

He brings his hand to my head and removes my ear muffs.

“I don’t know…yet.”

I purse my lips.

“You think it’s funny?”

He shakes his head, his smiling eyes saying yes.

“No.”

“Yes, you do. Who is Beverly?”

“She works for me,” he says, his playful tone gone, his eyes moving away from me.

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