CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
Done Up“That plaster spray at the hospital hurt more than the actual cut.” Kit sipped water through a straw and tried to keep her neck still. The action of swallowing induced a tingling ache across the raised skin, and her bruised windpipe gave a stab of complaint. She hardly recognised her croaky voice.
“It smelled weird.” Jerry sat next to her at the counter, his arm brushing hers. He shook frozen peas into a smaller bag to create a neat compress. “This should help.”
Langdon bustled around the kitchen, his blond head bowed in concentration as he put the remaining peas back into the freezer and fetched a clean tea towel from the drawer. He handed it to Jerry without speaking. Kit watched Jerry’s deft fingers wrap the tea towel around the bag of peas. He folded the ed
