Lindsey shook his head. "You don't know that. You don't know." He glanced down at the hand. He was losing blood, from the tourniquet around his upper arm. He needed to make a decision, and fast.
"Don't blame me, then, if you end up getting hurt." He'd go inside with her now, and the moment he had a chance to do it again, he'd find a quieter place, where he wouldn't be disturbed, to finish the job. He had to.