Chapter 23

“Are you okay?” James asked, winded and rubbing his jaw.

“Yeah,” Chris said. He let out a slow breath as he looked at the man lying on the floor. Was it really over?

James rolled the man over and then slowly removed the mask, revealing a tattoo on his neck of a crying Jesus, thin lips, a silver hoop through his nose and a yellowing black eye.

“Do you know him?” James asked.

“Never seen him before.” 11

Sirens filled the neighborhood while Chris sat with the woman, applying pressure to her wound with one hand and holding her hand with his other. She gave his a gentle squeeze as she smiled up at him. Even though their attacker had been arrested and removed from the house, Chris still felt that he could turn and see the man standing behind him instead of the steady flow of policemen searching the house.