35
DOG GUY
Movement in Lennox’s peripheral vision caught his eye, and he turned in time to see Leah’s attacker fly through the air and land face-first on the concrete. What the…? The guy in the ski jacket, the one from the lobby, he must have followed them downstairs, and now he was twisting the attacker’s arm behind his back. The newcomer said something, but the words were impossible to make out over the wail of the siren, and besides, Lennox had more important things to worry about.
Such as finding a pulse. It was there, weak but racing, and he sagged with relief when Leah’s eyes flickered open.
“Are you okay?”
He might not have been an expert in lip-reading, but he didn’t need to be to understand the word “asshole.” Would someone shut off that damn noise? Tally was on her hands and
