"What?" It took a few seconds to process that she was telling him about his death. Lindsey stared back, stupefied, and tried to wrap his mind around it. Shot. By muggers? Assassins? Wolfram and Hart could very well send some after him if they haven't already. If it's because people didn't trust him, it didn't sound like muggers.

"And how can you help me, Drusilla?" Lindsey whispered, the subject requiring quiet tones.