Chapter Five
Kaz recognized Lance Nielsen the second Sergeant Reynolds lifted the white sheet covering the body. Damien’s attacker. That was him all right.
Nausea rose in the pit of Kaz’s stomach. Had he somehow killed this guy the way he’d knocked him around and beaten him to the ground? It didn’t make sense, a man that size just dropping dead from a bit of roughing. Kaz grew acutely aware of the crowd of onlookers behind the yellow police tape, as well as the crime scene photographer in the background, snapping one photo after the next while he and Reynolds waited for the pathologist to arrive on the scene.
“As you’ll see,” Raynolds said, ”no stab wounds or gun shots. Only bruising here on the cheek. I’ve called the medical examiner’s office. They’re sending Mackenzie down now.”
Kaz
