Half an hour later, when Joey was still mourning over his legs, someone who wore medical mask entered inside the room with paramedics. Paramedics left while the person approached near him. He watched doctors leave and when they were gone, he removed his surgical mask.

He was pleased at some extent to see the same mercenary's face underneath the mask. Joey had no idea how he should react to him.

"You must be wondering who your non existing brother is." He said to Tarot.

"Not anymore."

"This place isn’t as expensive as you think. I didn’t spend my money anyway." He said and removed blanked to find Joey naked all below his waist. Then he put the blanket back on his body, "Cops were the one to arrive there before ambulance. I had expected ambulance to come first but it was cop van which did."

"Is all of my money gone?"

"And your legs as well." Killer said, "I spent your money on your treatment."

"You should have given me coup de grâce there." Joey looked around.

"You were begging me for help. I didn’t find my bullets anything helpful there. Instead, a local phone booth and some spare coins of mine were –"

"Does anyone know about the blast in the bitch's house?" Joey cut him off.

"A mishap, they think."

"Cops? What about them?"

"Firefighter arrived there before cops, put the fire out and washed possible evidences away. I don’t even think we had left any evidence there. If there were, anyhow, then they are no more. Woman and child died in a tragic accident and it's nothing more than it." He explained.

"Is my presence here doubtful?" Joey was curious.

"I guess not. You were shot thirty miles away from the burning house, not two miles. I suppose, it makes you a different case." He reached towards water jug, "You need some?"

"I'm okay…" Joey looked at his feet, "Not so okay…"

"You feared cops would recognize you. How did you get here so clean?"

"Because I had almost forgotten hospitals are filled with doctors and patients, not the cops. And his is the second time I've come to this place, since you were admitted. And this is going to be my last time here. I paid them at my first arrival. I wasn’t even intending to visit you right now, but I didn’t want you to keep you making think your whole life who the fuck your brother is." He laughed in low volume.

"Is it what you returned for?" Joey was curious.

"You were shot. This means there will be interrogation about who you are and how you were shot. Who brought you here? How was the night? How was the shooters' face, how were their ball sacks, etc? And you don’t have answers for those questions, do you?"

Joey listened to him and said nothing.

"So a cripple is left to sink in quick sand?" he asked.

"It's your job to come up with answers. I came up with warnings."

"What about my fictitious brother?" Joey asked.

"It can also be said, 'Friend is like my brother.'"

"Is this what I will say to the cops?"

"You will say this because I am not coming here next time." He snapped at the cripple, "I will not be surprised by an ounce if cops come here within an hour. You can say a – a very generous man came to you, called an ambulance, paid for you, sympathized you, wished you good luck and left."

"What if they link my presence in this place with my wife's case?"

"You're forgetting one thing. We are very far from there. Cops investigating there are different, and cops who will interrogate will be also different. Now, do whatever, I am going hell out of here. I don’t want you to say I was the generous man. If I'm caught, I'll open up all about what you did."

"Stop there!"

"What?" he turned back to listen what he had to say now, "Will you do me another favor?"

"If you still have got something to pay me with."

Joey told him what he needed to do.