21
Manchester, 1998
I wake up in the back of the restaurant, flat out on a steel table. Han and a couple of other waiting staff stand over me.
“What happened?” I ask, feeling a pinch in my side.
“I train as nurse,” Yunjin says. “For few months.”
I look to my left. There’s a rice bowl on the counter. Inside the bowl, a spent bullet covered in my blood.
“You’re a natural,” I say, feeling the stitching around my wound.
“I stop the bleeding, but you need doctor. It might be infected— “
“I’ll be alright,” I say lurching upright, a hand to my side.
The stitching hurts like a fucker. I swing my legs over the edge of the table. Yunjin steadies me, a hand on my shoulder.
“What we do now?” she asks. “Where we go?”
“Wherever you want,” I say. “It’s over.”
“Your boss?”
“You won’t be heari
