Marka and Shay found Frank and brought him to the hospital. He had enough strength to tell Shay that the person he’s looking for is Liz.
“He’s being watched from a distance. They can’t exactly approach the ex and tell her, can they?”
“No. But it’s good to know he’s okay. There’s no telling what Liz would do if she figured that out.”
“Let’s hope she doesn’t.”
“I messed up,” Frank murmured. His throat constricted and he knew he was either going to cry or vomit. He gestured for the dishpan.
Marka held it for him. He didn’t vomit. He hurt inside and out. He felt violated, like Liz had somehow raped his psyche. He couldn’t describe it any other way. She’d done something to him worse than any torture. He knew she’d given him some sort of directive and left him alive long enough to fulfill it. If they…
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