Chapter 61 – Wounded Bird

• “You going to let me carry you?” Frankie asks, crouching back on his heels and smirking at Lucy.
• “No, you idiot,” she sighs, shaking like I am and working to get to her feet. “They shot me in the arm, not the leg.”
• I just stand like an idiot, watching as Frankie reaches out and helps Lucy to her feet, holding her steady as she finds her balance. Then he turns towards me, all cool calm. “So, we’re going to end our shifts early tonight –“