CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE
Three days after the Scarecrow Killer had been taken into custody, Mackenzie returned to the same hospital she had left just two days previous with fourteen stitches in her cheek and five along the top of her right hand. She went to the third floor and entered a room that was being occupied by Porter. Seeing him in a hospital bed broke her heart, especially considering how he had ended up there.
He smiled at her when she came in. There was heavy padding and bandaging along the left side of his head but she was relieved to see that all of the IVs had been removed since she last saw him.
“There she is,” Porter said.
She smiled, marveling at how much their relationship had changed.
“How are you, Porter?”
“Well, the good news is that I can hear you, which is something
