He was no expert in the kitchen, but it was almost impossible to screw up steak and scrambled eggs. Strickland was still making his way through his, though. He’d argued that he wasn’t hungry, but Bishop had told him he had to eat something if he wanted to keep going and he’d grudgingly agreed to try. Clea was also sitting at the table, silently staring into her mug of coffee as though there might be a way out of this at the bottom. As Bishop took a sip from his glass of water, he looked out the rear windows and saw it was already completely black outside. They’d need to get going soon. Once a few more details were taken care of. ‘There’s more bad news to come, isn’t there?’ Clea said, still staring at her cup. Bishop turned back to her. ‘What do you mean?’ She raised her eyes to him. ‘I mean that I’ve been sitting here thinking it all over and it’s obvious to me that you can’t afford to just take off and leave me here. Am I right?’ Bishop sighed. ‘I’m afraid you are.’ ‘What are you talking about?’ Strickland said, wiping his mouth with a piece of kitchen towel.
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