Manning got up and dusted off his pants. Forsythe was standing by the door, looking somewhat dazed by the sudden turn of events.
"Maybe I should've let him finish you off," Manning said in a tired voice. "It would have saved the state money."
Forsythe brushed back his hair with a shaking hand. "Thanks a lot for saving my life, Manning. I appreciate it."
"Think nothing of it," Manning said cynically. "But if you're so grateful, how about telling me what this is all about? Who manufactures your goods, who's behind you?"
Forsythe shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, Manning. And I can't tell you."
"That makes a lot of sense," Manning said sourly. He started for the door. "I'm going to send the cops back to watch this place. It might be a good idea to take you into protective custody, too."
Forsythe smiled faintly.
"Before you leave, Manning, I'd like to give you something." He shoved a package into Manning's hands. "Take this as a gift."