_ The Brother _
George was beaten up badly.
His cheek is swollen and his mouth is bleeding. Bad bleeding.
"Sorry." He winces as I perform first aid on him.
"Sorry for what?"
"Making you lose your job." He mutters.
I don't know what to say to him. I can't tell him what he did was okay. I mean, that s**t broke me. And I also can't lash out at him, as much as I want to. Look at the state he's in.
"You'll get your job back." He says. " I promise."
I doubt that.
George shows up at my place, beaten up, promising to help me get my job back. This can't be a coincidence. Somebody must have done this to him.
Oh my God!
Ren and Dee.
"Is it Ren and Dee?" I ask. "Did they do this to you?"
George hesitates.
"No."
"Then, who did this to you?"
"Uh... uh... Robbers." He stutters.
"And,
