“Wait, did you just save my life again?” I joke, hoping to diffuse the energy crackling across my skin. Joe doesn’t laugh. “Nah. He wasn’t going after you. Which is good for him.” “Why good for him?” Looking at me intently, letting me see the murder glint behind his eyes, he responds, “If he were going after you, I’d a killed him with my bare hands. And I wouldn’t a bothered with the niceties.”
