“So, can you do me a favor?”
“A favor?” he scoffed. “You must be joking!”
I stared at him, trying so hard to keep my face as stoic as possible.
“Don’t think of it as a favor for me then. Think of it as a favor for your homeland. For your friends and family there. For you, even.” I could see his jaw jumping as he clenched and unclenched it over and over. He was angry. He had every right to be. Still, he had come to see me.
“If this has anything to do with Linus, you can save your breath. He’s not getting out any time soon. And neither are you.”
“I don’t want him to get out. I don’t care if I’m released either. But he can still do a lot from prison.”
“Not from prison in Pithea,” he countered.
“You don’t think so? Do you know anything about the operation he was running back home? About the operation he was running here?”
For as cold as he had been, his tone turned to ice when he replied, “I think I know enough.”
I lowered my gaze for a moment. I would have apologized for my part in all this, but I was pretty sure it wouldn’t have made a difference.
“I’m only saying that Linus is very connected, very smart, and very determined. I wanted him caught here in Pithea, but the truth is—”
I looked back up at him to see narrowed eyes.
“You wanted him caught? Don’t you work for him? And you got yourself arrested too.”
“I’m well aware of that, thank you. But if you haven’t noticed, they don’t have much in the way of charges against me. My guess is the worst they’ll do is keep me here for a bit, and then send me back. I can’t go back—not after getting Linus thrown in jail.”
“I’m supposed to feel bad that they’ll hate you back home after what you’ve done?”
“They won’t just hate me.” I searched his face for the slightest hint of the compassion or kindness I once knew. “They’ll kill me.”
Prompt used: favor