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“I’m not—“

He cuts me off. “If you’re trying to decide what to do, just hear me out first.”

There’s no mistaking him now: it’s Flynn. And whatever he’s about to say, I’m absolutely sure I don’t want to hear it.

“It’s Sa—” I start again.

“Just listen.” There’s an edge to his voice, sharp and desperate. He barrels on. “I’m calling to say I’m getting out of here. Leaving town, and you won’t be able to reach me. I’m sorry if all this falls on you. There’s nothing I can do about that right now.”

He pauses, but this time I say nothing.

“I’m just asking one thing. Don’t tell anyone what I did.”

Another pause, and again I stay quiet.