Page 39 of No Need to Hide

Silence.

Fuck.

Beckett slowly smiles, then whistles.

“Don't.”

“Ohhh.”

“Bowman.”

“You like her.”

“I don't know her.”

“You just defended her.”

“I corrected you.”

“What's her name?”

I don't answer.

“You know her name.”

Finally, I murmur, “Callie.”

“Callie what?”

My jaw tightens. “Quinn.”

Beckett's grin grows.

Fuck my life.

Beckett’s smile fades. “You know this is serious.”

“Of course I fucking know that.”

“Did you call Bishop?”

I shake my head.

Beck tenses. “Let me get this straight. You didn’t call Bishop. The scene needs to be cleaned up. You’re injured. A witness saw you, and you killed him. Then some random woman found you covered in blood and stitched you up?”

I don’t say a word.

I violated protocol. Big time. And I’m going to pay for it.

“Does she really know what you do?”

“She thought I was a hitman.”

He swerves again.

Before I can bitch at him, he’s back on the road, his hands tightening around the steering wheel.

“Roman.”