Chapter 20
Brosterhouse managed to stumble out of the alley where the stranger had tossed him. He was covered in mud and God only knew what other kinds of disgusting fluids that had coated the asphalt. He reached the sidewalk before collapsing.
When he came back to consciousness, he was being loaded onto a gurney. The EMTs were having trouble lifting him.
He managed to sit up, provoking shouts of surprise. They were even more amazed when he managed to stand.
He avoided the hospital only because he personally knew one of the emergency medics. The young man owed him a favor for having screwed up some crime scene evidence.
“I’d really advise you to see a doctor,” the EMT said. “You might have a fractured shoulder and you almost certainly have a concussion.”
“I’m fine,” Brosterhouse said
