Chapter 25

Brax hurried to him, kneeling again to ask, “How are you feeling? Okay, stupid question.”

Kyle’s battered lips turned up in a semblance of a smile. “Like someone, okay, Russo, decided I’d make a good punching bag, with the added attraction of a nice victim for some knife play.” He groaned, trying to sit up. Against his better judgment, Brax helped him. “Whatever he shot me up with,” Kyle said, “kept me from moving or getting away. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop me feeling everything the bastard did to me.”

“Does he know who you are?”

“Only what it says in the ID I was carrying, which obviously isn’t in my name. I think going back to the hotel is a no-go at this point. The same with using my car.”

Brax growled, saying, “It’s a damned good thing Caleb’s office is sound- and bug-proof. But you’re not leaving here until I check to be sure the bastard didn’t plant something on you. I’ll be right back.”