We parked and as soon as John jumped out, he said to Tasker, “So you’re not dead, then?” “Why would I be?” “You got shot right in the chest like two days ago.” “How high were you when you came to see me Friday night?” “I came to see you?” “So pretty high, then. I’m not repeating the conversation. My employers administered first aid and I was back on duty within an hour. There’s not even a scar.” “Impressive. Is your partner around?” “His brain was hit with a neuron scrambler and his entire upper body was crushed by an SUV. He won’t be back on duty until later this afternoon.”
