Chapter Four
My neck was sensitive to the touch so I selected a collared shirt to cover any evidence of the attack. As I dressed, my mind drifted to the girl on the Embarcadero. She hadn’t been a figment of my imagination nor had my savior been a dream, though perhaps she was the reaper disguised in sheep’s clothing, and the reality of the nightmares that had tormented my slumber.
Why had she been at the diner? Had she been watching me, or worse, stalking me? Delivering the next blow in her cryptic rantings?
And yet, she had saved me from an unknown fate.
At some point, Fedora and his cronies would likely meet their own fate when they finally crossed paths with someone they couldn’t bully. The way they’d treated Tara disgusted me. What kind of real man did that?
And they said I was a
