Page 38 of Pervade Montego Bay
I smirked. “I’m full of surprises.”
He blinked through swollen eyelids.
“Who did you piss off, Lieutenant?”
He grimaced. “Right now, it feels like everyone.”
“Did you see a doctor?”
“Not yet.” He pushed himself up onto an elbow. “Looks like I’ve managed to drag you into this mess.”
“I’m here willingly.”
He whispered, “Brigadier?”
“When in Rome.”
“Impersonating an officer could get you court martialed?”
“You have to be in the military to get court martialed. I’m a civilian now.”
“And I thought I was crazy.”
“How much did you tell them?”
“Nothing…that’s why I look like this.” He rested his head back on the pillow. “If anything happens to me, that intel is on a timer and will be released.”
“Sounds like a decent contingency plan.”
He looked at me suspiciously. “Is that why they sent you?”
“I don’t work for them.”Not anymore, anyway.
He wanted to believe me, I could tell, but he wore a doubtful expression.
“I just blew up my career to come here,” I admitted.
He studied me, his brow furrowing.
“I no longer work for MI6,” I clarified. “Not after today.”
“They fired you?”
“Fired myself. I need to get answers about what happened to you in Macau.”
“I’m flattered.”
“Is there somewhere you want to go?” I forced a smile. “I hear Lan Kwai Fong is nice.”
“You’re crap at humor.”
“I’m just warming up.”
“Lucky me.”
“I’m serious. Do you want out of this place?”
He stared at me.
