Chapter 063
The second floor of Briarwood Clinic, 263 Drake Street, London. Mason worked without rushing. He swabbed the forceps with antiseptic, laid out the gauze and bandage roll within easy reach, and glanced over at Soren, who had taken off his shirt and was lying flat on the narrow cot with the particular stillness of someone managing serious pain. "If it hurts," Mason said, "keep it down. Neighbors on both sides, and they don't need the excitement." "I'll manage," Soren said. "Sure you will." Mason pulled the stool close and bent over the wound. "Don't see many people take a bullet and still move around like that. I'll give you that much." He inserted the forceps. The entry channel was shallow, which told him something, and a few seconds of careful probing confirmed it. The slug came out m
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