CHAPTER 7When I got to him, he had rolled onto his side and was trying to get up. There was some blood on his face, though not much, and his suit jacket was torn at one shoulder. He had been hit hard under the left eye and seemed to have difficulty opening it. He jumped when I touched him.
“It’s all right,” I said. “It’s me, Mac. What happened?”
“Those…same two,” he said.
“All right, let me help you inside. We can talk later.”
I got my hands under his arms and raised him to his feet. He was shaky and very unsteady, but he walked all right with my help. I got the back door open and held it with my shoulders while I eased him inside. Gilda came skipping down the stairs, dressed to go out. There was a guy behind her, not skipping. I decided I didn’t like him.
Rinaldi and I couldn’t get a
