And it would heal completely, in a few weeks. He knew that in a few days even, he’d be back to full use of all of his digits and limbs. It was a fast process for a Shifter, though it didn’t mean it was painless.
He’d saved lives, again. Something about that let him ignore all of the pain he was feeling.
His motel room, and the damages he’d inflicted on it, had been paid, too. Captain Zeiner had informed him of this. He’d also handed Jesse a manila envelope, courtesy of Jesse’s unknown savior. Inside was a bank number which, after punching into the nearest ATM, proved to have an account with $5,000 in it.
The last thing inside of the envelope was a street address to somewhere in New York. Jesse didn’t know what it was—but if he had to guess, he would guess it would be Crichton’s n
