CHAPTER 5
Sandy shook her head while Kennedy helped her to her feet. “I can’t believe someone would have done this on purpose.”
The paramedics had just managed to get Carl onto the stretcher. Kennedy grimaced when she looked at him lying there. Her pastor was always so strong. Confident. But now he looked weak, and it wasn’t because of the extra weight he’d recently lost. One eye was starting to swell. Cuts and scrapes streaked across his face. His hair was matted with dried blood, but at least he wasn’t bleeding as much as at first.
“Nobody had any reason to do this,” Sandy whispered.
Kennedy wrapped her arm around her shoulders, doing her best to ignore the stains on Sandy’s clothes. “Don’t worry about that right now. What matters is the ambulance is here, and they’re going to get Ca
