Page 76 of Jagger's Remorse
We move fast.
Loading wounded, and leaving the dead.
Letting the cops sort out the mess.
By the time they arrive, we're ghosts.
Back at the compound, Doc works on our wounded.
Scarlett sits still while he stitches her shoulder.
I hold her hand.
She lets me.
Progress.
"That was fucking insane," Hammer says for the fifth time. "You died. We saw you die."
"Almost died," I correct.
"She stabbed you!" Hammer insists.
"Precisely. Between the ribs. Enough blood to sell it, not enough damage to kill," I explain.
"You trusted her that much?" Joker asks, incredulous.
I look at Scarlett.
She's not looking back, focused on the stitches.
But her hand squeezes mine.
"Yeah. I did," I confirm.
"Crazy bastard," Hammer mutters.
"Always have been and I always will be," I agree.
Squirrel appears, face grim.
"Three Devils?" he asks.
"Down six, including Butcher. They won't move on us again soon," I report.
"And the cartel?" he questions.
"Diego's dead. His crew too. Might buy us time before Sinaloa sends someone else," I inform him.
"Might?" he presses.
"Nothing's certain with the cartel," I admit.
He looks at Scarlett.
"You did this," he states.
"I helped," she says modestly.
