He was going to have to just trust that Murphy would call him if he needed him. The boy hadn't offered him his number and he'd been afraid to ask. Maybe he could get it from one of the agents later. He interlocked his hands with Callaway's and let him lead the way out. He'd been discharged with the promise that the agents would be in touch if they needed anything else from him.
Getting into Callaway's car was surreal, being out in the open was mind boggling. He held onto the door handle quite tightly, staring wide-eyed out at the street as it passed.
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