Under the unflattering glare of fluorescent lighting, Kelly thought Simon looked only marginally better than he had beside the road. At least he was conscious. It appeared he was being questioned by the police. A flicker of fear ran through Kelly; then he realized, since Simon had been assaulted and nearly killed, it only made sense the police would want details. That didn’t stop Kelly’s racing pulse.
Simon’s eyes met Kelly’s, and he looked somewhat startled. One of the officers turned to look at Kelly.
“Can I help you?” the policeman asked. Kelly was uncertain what to say. All the way to the hospital he had tried to come up with a plausible explanation for why he would know Simon had been injured. At least for the next few seconds, the excuse could wait.
“He’s a close friend of mine,”
