“Callahan,” she says. “I’m sorry, I just assumed that you knew. I thought you were pretending.” “Why would I pretend about that?” “I don’t know! I knew who you were, I just thought . . .” “He’s going to fucking murder me.” She rolls her eyes. “He’s not going to find out. And I wanted it just as much as you.” I yank open the door. “I need to go.” “Wait—” “I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but I don’t like being used,”
