"The handbag!"
That was the first word to burst from Carter's lips after he finally managed to compose himself.
His rear was wedged between the thighs of the bodyguard's corpse. Unable to sit properly and not daring to try, he clung to an overhead handle with one hand, half-propping himself up to keep his distance from the body. "The handbag—did you grab the handbag?" he yelled. "All those target Illusions are in there! What if Chaisi... Fu Tailan, what are you laughing at?"
Fu Tailan finally managed to catch his breath and gradually stopped laughing, wiping the tears from his eyes.
As he placed his hand back on the steering wheel, he saw that besides tears and lingering raindrops, it was also streaked with watered-down red from his blood.
He didn't rush to answer Carter, instead using the rearview mirror to inspect his own face.
Fu Tailan hadn't even noticed when Chaisi had hit him in the face.
