Chapter 17

“Yeah, I’m beginning to. First off, the attack happened in an alley. Why was I there? To meet someone? Wouldn’t I have told you what was going on if that was the case, Richard?”

“I’d hope so,” Richard replied wryly.

“Me, too. But say I didn’t for some reason. I’m in the alley, and if I was waiting for someone, I’d have been real wary of anyone who approached me, and on the defensive. But I didn’t fight back when I was attacked. They hit me and like we’ve said, from the amount of blood they probably thought they’d killed me. For damned sure I wouldn’t have stood there and let that happen.”

“We talked about maybe you’d been drugged,” Shorty said. “If you were, then, yeah, you wouldn’t have been able to fight.”

“Drugged?” Richard frowned.

Mick lifted a shoulder. “Just one way to explain why I didn’t resist whoever attacked me.”

“Unless it was someone you knew and trusted, like Andy,” Richard said.