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Оглавление“Where do you hurt?”
“Everywhere. My leg, mostly.”
Remo tilted his head down. A dark splotch stood out on one of her thighs. It nearly blended in with her rain-drenched jeans, but staring at it made him sure it wasn’t just water.
Blood. Damn it again.
“The ambulance will be here soon,” he said, careful to keep the growing concern from his voice. “Hold my hand as hard as you want. Sometimes that helps.”
She gave him a weak squeeze. “Promise me.”
“I can’t do that.” It pained him a bit to say it.
“Xavier, Remo.”
He glanced toward the car. The engine was crumpled so badly that it was barely recognizable, the hood disintegrated. No doors. No steering wheel. An empty back seat. Except...
What was that?
Remo pulled off his glasses, gave them another wipe, then looked again.
A stuffed bear.
His gut churned. She didn’t just mean there was another person in the car with her. She meant there was a kid in the car. A kid named Xavier.
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