IN LESS THAN FIFTEEN minutes, the place was crawling with people. Apparently, the detective, Leah MacKay, carried some clout.
Two paramedics kept prodding at him and Victor felt like clubbing them over the head, and repeatedly. He was already battered. They needn’t try so hard.
They didn’t remove the knife, which was still stuck in his back, and he thanked God for small favors.
He feared he would black out and needed to keep his wits about him. Plus, he didn’t think that taking the knife out would have been a good idea.
When the paramedics finished with their prodding, they got ready to carry him out. They loaded him face down on the stretcher, they had brought with them, and secured him as well as they could.
Leah, who had been busy barking orders left and right, strode to them.
“We
