Manny stepped up beside him and looked on as Claire and Thad went about cleaning the scrape over the young porter"s eye. At length, Manny cleared his throat. “This is my fault.”
“Don"t beat yourself up, mate,” Owen whispered. He looked down at Claire and added, “"Sides, he"s in good hands.” From the corner of his eye, he saw Paulo frown and give Claire a sullen look.
Claire shot Owen a guarded glance then turned back to Inacio lying on the cot. Running her fingers over the large bump above Inacio"s eye, she probed the soft, fleshy mass. “The leg"ll mend,” she said, “but who knows what going on up here?” she added, tapping her temple. Turning to Thad, she said, “Hand me your flashlight.”
Thad dug it out of his back pocket and gave it to her. Flicking it on, she checked Inacio"s eyes then
