"D...dead? You want Brian dead?"
He looked at me, his eyes squinted. "Why did he call you?"
I swallowed. "I don't know, I..."
"The easiest way out of things is to pretend you don't know it, isn't it? The easiest way is to be blissfully ignorant." He stood up, dusting himself.
"I swear, Carl. I swear, I know nothing about this. I know nothing about all of this. I am just so...I am so confused about all of this. I don't know."
He shrugged. "Get in the car. The wedding will happen in a week here in Paris."
He turned away without another word, leaving me standing. The ride back was silent, my heart thumping loudly in my chest. I glanced at him occasionally, but he had his face turned towards the closed window, his hand balanced so it supported his chin.
Once we got back, he walked out
