But a while later she had contacted me again, saying that her surgery went well, she’s in
control and she would not be needing the
L
plot.
“Ginger, are you out of your mind?”
Connor’s voice was low and dangerous.
I froze.
Looking at him, I saw pure loathing.
A pang of disappointment hit me.
For a second, I thought he’d noticed
something was wrong.
“I’m not giving it up, Connor,” I said.
<
“Ginger, there has to be somewhere else you
can die. Please do not take up limited
resources like this.
There had to be somewhere else?
“I’d rather die than let you take this.” I said
I laughed bitterly: “You said it yourself, it’s a
limited resource.”
“If I give it to you, what am I supposed to do? Get tossed into the ocean?”
Something I said must have hit a nerve.
His face darkened.
く
The cemetery guy, seeing the tension, tried to
smooth things over. “Miss Knight, well,
Detective Davies needs it urgently. It’s for an
elderly relative. You’re young, you have more
options, you can wait…”
“I can’t wait,” I blurted out, louder than I
intended.
Everything went blurry.
