Chapter 6
The wound was right through his arm, but Spyros was surprised that it was merely a flesh wound. The doctor at the hospital stitched up the wound and tightly bandaged it, shoving cups of orange juice into his hand to help with the light-headed feeling.
Spyros was relieved he was okay, and that he wasn’t in immediate danger—he hated hospitals—but he was more concerned about Michael. All the while they were waiting for the police and an ambulance, Michael had sat staring at Lorraine, who had curled up in a corner whimpering. As time went on, the whimpering disappeared, and she started sneering at Michael, giving him scowls that made Michael cringe.
Spyros wanted to comfort Michael. Finding out that someone you had worked with for a long time, someone you considered a friend, was
