Chapter 43
The next morning, Michael and Ceinwen went straight to the hospital. Jianjun was sitting up in the bed.
“How are you feeling?” Michael asked, after their greeting.
“Like I’ve been hit by a truck. It’s amazing what one little bullet can do.”
“Thank goodness it wasn’t a lot worse,” Ceinwen said.
“And thank you for being our own Annie Oakley,” he said.
“Who?”
Jianjun and Michael smiled. “You’ve got to watch old American Westerns,” Jianjun said, then heaved a sigh. “At least some day this big scar on my side might look kind of cool. And I can tell all sorts of tall tales to wow the ladies.”
Michael chuckled, glad his friend could joke.
“So,” Jianjun said. “What now?”
“We go back to Japan,” Michael said.
“And what about whoever is behind those hit men?”
“I’m working on it
