Chapter 15

He roughly batted my hands away, his brow furrowing. But his face was so swollen that unless I looked closely, it was impossible to tell if he was glaring at me or just wincing in pain. I swept my phone’s flashlight up and down his body, assessing the damage. “Are you deaf? I said mind your own business and back off!” “I’ll back off, but not until I get you cleaned up.” I held my hand out to him. He was obviously beaten badly. There was no way my conscience would let me just abandon him in an alleyway.