Chapter 12: Visitor in the Night
Zeninen stood over my hospital bed. He wore a slim suit, sunglasses, and a Seahawks ball cap. He looked dashing and wise from my Seattle Regional Hospital bed. I had learned numerous things in the last hour from him: a stranger had dropped me off at the hospital and claimed I was attacked by a wild animal; I suffered a concussion, black eye, and two incisions on my left cheek, which were now stitched up by Dr. Desmond Riche; the Land Rover mysteriously appeared at the rental agency where I rented it from.
“It was Marcos,” I told Zeninen. “I failed the mission.”
The man above me nodded. “I know it was Marcos. Remember, failure only promotes success.”
“He’s very keen at his game.”
“Rest, Julian. There is another time and place to discuss this matter.”
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