“I’m not paying the hospital.

I’m not paying your debts.

I’m not representing either of you when the police come.

As of right now I’m done — the money, the calls, all of it.

You’re on your own.” Brady’s hand came up, shaking.

“Shannon, please, the people I owe, they’ll—” “Then deal with them,” I said, and I was surprised by how gently it came out, and how completely I meant it.

Chapter 15 — The Empty Corridor