“Don’t say it.” “Say what?” “Just don’t.” “I wasn’t going to say a word.” “You get him?” “Yeah. And his phone. I tossed both his and his brother’s into the Seine.” Ruby nods, expressionless. “But I’m uneasy about the computers in his apartment. I couldn’t risk going back there, and once the police look into the dead bodies, they’re going to find—” “Don’t worry about it.” She hasn’t opened her eyes. And now that I move around the bed, I see she’s dressed the knife wound with the kit from my bag. “Why shouldn’t I worry?” “I took care of it.” “How?” “I threw all their computer shit into the fireplace and lit it up.” “With a knife sticking out of your arm?” “Nah, I yanked it out before you got out of the building. Used your shirt to tie it off, like you said.” She opens one eye to take me in, see if I remain shirtless. I’m wearing an oversized hoodie I found in a souvenir shop three blocks from where I overtook Luis.
