“Let me.” Kimble took the bandage and unwrapped the paper. He leaned over me and fixed the sticky ends to my skin. “You have blood on your dress.”
“Shit,” I whispered. “I’ll have to change.”
“Do you want me to go back to the house before I leave for the airport?”
“What? You’re flying to France today?”
He nodded. “I can’t spare any time. I hope I’m back in three days.”
“Just like that?” I felt an eerie sensation. The last time Kimble had left the city was the week before my father died. The same time I was kidnapped. He hadn’t left my side since. Why did I suddenly feel uneasy? He wasn’t going to find dirt on Knight. I was in confident in that. But Kimble was a consistent part of my life, even if he lived it in the shadows.
“I don’t see another way.”
“What do I do for security while you’re in France?” I asked.
“I do have a plan.”
“Then let’s hear it.”