FORTY-NINE
"You've really recovered remarkably well," Althea told me. "I wish some of my other patients were as diligent with their exercises as you!" She lowered her voice. "Just don't overdo, it, okay?"
I nodded and smiled, not bothering to tell her that, by her standards, I probably overdid it every day. I figured it was better to work hard on my recovery than to baby myself and die as a result. If I was meant to die on that beach, it was only a matter of time before they returned for me. And I intended to be ready. I had death to deliver and pain in bulk quantity.
Nathan sat in the waiting room, impatiently tapping at the touchscreen on his phone. He looked like he was ordering hits on violent criminals, but I knew he wore that expression when he played games. He pocketed his phone
