Jay opened the chamber of his returned gun. Fully loaded. He snapped it shut. ‘Why do you think she gave you your weapons back?’ Alexia said, watching him turn the pistol in his hands. ‘You don’t believe what she said?’ ‘She’s given me no reason to believe anything she says. Do you trust her?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said. ‘No. I don’t know. It depends on what. I don’t think she’ll kill us. I’m pretty sure we can’t trust her to much help us though. Why do you think she gave me my weapons back?’ ‘Maybe she gave you them back because she thinks you’re going to need them.’
