Amelia
I turn to Felix, or Richie, whatever his f*****g name is. How can this be? I saw him dead. He was lying on the floor of the apartment with a gunshot wound on his forehead. I didn't look for too long, but I know what I saw.
He's using a cane. The first thing I notice about him is his limp, then his shaved head. There's a white bandage around it. The left side of his face is drooping, and there's a scar on his forehead where the bullet hit. It's ghastly. No, why am I focusing on these things? He's alive, that's what I should be worrying about. He isn't dead. How can this be? I saw him die. I saw him.
"No," I shake my head vigorously. "This is some sick joke. No, you're dead. You're f*****g dead!"
"You put far too much faith on that man," Felix says, completely ignoring my outb
