“Okay… okay.” He withdrew. “My pocket. I have it in my pocket.” He cried out. “I… I can’t… I can’t it hurts…”
Laura leaned in. “Which pocket?”
“The right… the right.”
She found it and woke it up to another lock screen. “What’s your password?”
“There’s a first aid kit—”
He was past the help any first aid kit could offer.
“I need your password.”
“I think my leg is broken, my leg… tell Brown to call for help. Where is he? And Macon, and Keiths. What happened?”
“Max.”
He looked at her and blinked several times.
“You shot Keiths,” he said.
“Yes, I did. Now tell me what your password is or I’m going to leave you here and let the shock and exposure kill you. Could take a while. Won’t be pleasant.” She doubted he’d live more than a few hours with the head wound.
“Forty-four… nine… eight… No, no, wait. Forty-four, eight, nine…”
She typed it in. Two more blank spaces remained.
“There’s two more.”
“Macon? Keiths.”
“I need you to concentrate. What are the last two numbers to your code?”
“Code?”
“Your phone.”
“Forty-four, eight, nine…”
“You said those already.”
Max rubbed his face. “What happened?” He stared dumbfounded at the blood on his hand. “Did we wreck?”
“Max.”
He looked at her again.
“The last two digits of your code. Now.”
“Okay, okay. Three… one.”
Laura keyed it in, and the phone woke up. “Thank you.” She put the phone in her pocket.
“My leg… it hurts. I think it’s broken.”
“Definitely broken.” Laura unholstered Brown’s gun, checked the clip, turned off the safety.
“You should call an ambulance.” Max reached for her.
“No ambulance.” She pointed the gun at Max.
He stared at it with a confused expression. “What are you doing? You said you’d help if I gave you the code.”
“No, I didn’t. I said I wouldn’t leave you to suffer.”
“Please, Laura. Plea—”
She pulled the trigger.