"Just answer the damn question, Nico," I growled as I got my pants zipped up. "It shouldn't be a hard one."
He was quiet on the other side of the room.
I pushed the flimsy curtain aside, winced when the action tugged at my stitches. "Well?"
He was sitting in one of the visitor chairs. Certainly better than the ones found at General Mercy, but they were still just visitor chairs. The man looked like he'd been welded into the damn thing, he was so still.
I walked towards him. Snapped my fingers to get his attention. "Nico?"
He scrubbed his hands over his face. "What the f**k do you want me to say, Penn? My guys went to the accident site. Your Rover was towed. They tracked it down. Four f*****g bullet holes." His body shuddered as his swarthy skin went pale. "She could have died. Hell,
