Skylar.

“Who’s the woman, Conrad?”

I asked it again because the first time he hadn’t answered, and the second time I wanted to hear how his voice sounded when it was cornered.

It sounded tired.

“Skylar, please. Not out here.”

“Out here is all we’ve got.” I stepped down from the doorway, my shoes sinking into the cold dirt. “You have, what, four hours? That’s what he said. So you can either explain now or explain while someone’s shooting at us.”

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