“Ava stopped me, not the gunshot.”
“I know.”
“Who told you?”
“Ava did.”
Shit. Which meant, even though she’d been all smiles while she was with him, she probably blamed herself for him getting shot and almost dying.
“This isn’t Ava’s fault,” he said to both Doc and Merrigan.
“No one thinks it is, Razor,” said Merrigan.
“She does.”
“I’m working on that.”
“Yeah? Are you using your persuasive powers, Fatale?”
“I’m handling it like I would any other witness who turned into a victim. It’ll take time, but eventually she’ll accept that her being in the wrong place at the wrong time doesn’t make anything that happened her doing.”
“Have you talked to her about her father?”
Merrigan looked at Doc before answering.
“No,” Doc answered.
“What was that about? Why’d you look at him before he answered, Fatale?”
“Because Merrigan won’t let me talk to Ava about her father.”
“She isn’t ready, Tabon.”
“Ava’s the only one who calls me that.”
“Sorry. I meant Razor.” She smiled. “Regardless of what your name is, Ava isn’t ready, particularly since we don’t know where he is.”
“She knows he’s gone. I guarantee it.”
Merrigan nodded. “We haven’t confirmed it.”
“I wanna talk to Gunner.”
“He’s gone to the hotel,” said Doc.
“I don’t give a fuck. I want him here. Now.”
Merrigan rested her hand on his arm. “If you keep this up, they won’t let anyone in to see you, and they’ll also sedate you.”
Razor shook his head and rested it back against the pillow. “I need to see him,” he repeated.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Doc told him.
“I don’t care if you and Monk have to knock him out and transport him here. I want to see him. Tonight.”
—:—
“How is he?” Aine asked when Ava walked back into the room.