“You’ll come back with me, won’t you?” I ask. He lets out a little exhale of air. “Well . . . you won’t exactly need a bodyguard anymore, will you? And that’s a good thing,” he hastens to add. “Right,” I say. It’s true. Still, I feel a little dull at that realization. Which is ridiculous. Did I think Raylan was going to follow me around everywhere for the rest of my life? The whole point was to figure out who hired the hitman and get back to normal existence. That’s done. Or, almost done.
