Chapter 82

Julian had enough blood left to blush. That was encouraging.

It had looked worse than it was, Rafi thought as he began to clean and bandage the wounds. There were a dozen scattered cuts, but only two that deep enough to worry much about, on the left side of his torso. The blood on Julian’s face, he found when he cleaned it carefully away, was not from any wound there; probably just transfer from his scraped-up hands.

“Who did this to you? A mugger?”

Julian shook his head. “Playing hide-and-seek with paparazzi isn’t nearly as much fun by yourself, it turns out. Especially when the damn tree branch breaks.” He turned away and gulped down the last of his orange juice.

“You fell? From how high? And landed on the…ceramic chicken? I think you should get checked out.”

“Not happening.”

“I guess that’s your choice,” Rafi said reluctantly. “As it happens, I did come find you for a reason.” He told Julian about Tasha’s phone call.