“Wow,” he said incredulously. “What makes you think they died?”
The redhead took another pull of her beer, continuing to scan the bottles behind the bar. He felt put off by her inability to make eye contact, but once again, it was another thing he’d have to roll with.
When the redhead spoke, her voice, and words, came out in a geyser. “As I was coming home from work last month I saw two guys on the sidewalk. One of them was laying on his back, bleeding from every inch of his body. The other man was standing over him with a handful of shirt and feeding him fists. There was blood everywhere. I ran up to them and tried to stop them, but the guy on top slapped me aside and continued hitting the other guy like I wasn’t even there. He threw me aside like I was a piece of garbage. I told him I
