“Don’t make me out to be the tattletale,” West warned, “or I’ll deny it with a show of great indignation. I don’t want Ransom angry with me.” “He’s in his sickbed,” Garrett said over her shoulder. “What could he do to you?” “The man has been trained to murder people with common household items,” he called after her, and she had to bite back a grin as she walked away.
