“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!” Mike’s face was an unfamiliar grim as he eased Kelvin Kapone-with-a-K onto the examining table.
“I’m sorry, Mike, but I couldn’t take him to the hospital in this condition. They’d have killed him.”
Mike looked at me for a moment. Opened, then closed his mouth, struck dumb by my masterful logic. I guess, I decided with a spurt of pride, I wasn’t as tired as I felt.
He switched on the harsh, overhead light and turned to his new patient. Since this was my first opportunity to see my passenger in good light, I turned toward him, too. I half expected to be disappointed, but even with the color gone from his face and his chest covered in blood, he didn’t disappoint. Broad shoulders, lean hips, good bones and taut flesh in an attractive package. H
