Clark looked at her, waiting for an answer. An answer that never came as Thalassa quickly changed the subject.
“We better get out of here before that bastard comes back, don’t you think?” she said instead.
Clark nodded, realizing she didn’t want to talk about it. “We need to report this to the police.”
“Sure. But let’s just go to the hospital first, Clark,” she said, her voice indifferent.
With his key, Clark unlocked the car door, but before he could open the driver’s side, she took the key from him.
“I’ll drive.”
Clark didn’t protest. “Okay, but I need to get something.”
He opened the door and picked up what looked like a napkin. Thalassa watched him curiously as he bent down and picked up both the gun and the knife with the napkin, groaning as he did.
“What are you doing?”
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