"Right." Sara said, just as a statement of assurance. She knew now that she was in this as deep as he was, and anyone who found out would have her marked as an accomplice. But, she knew better than to leave evidence around. Although the lady in the front room was one of those ends, she'd figure a way around her later.

She pulled one of the other chairs around and sat down, taking care to make sure her sweater still covered her holster and gun. She then reached out and took his injured arm, starting to carefully wipe at the cuts there. She was mentally calculating what she would need for a first aid kit, or what she could use as substitutes for one, since the cuts would need to be covered too.