CHAPTER TWENTY
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JAMES CAME TO MCNAMARA, who had just come out of Miss McNeil’s house. Judging by his expression, McNamara assumed that McKay was doing fine.
“How’s McKay, James?” he asked.
“She’s well, sir. They stabilized her and amazingly, she hadn’t lost too much blood. She’ll recover. I asked her what she saw last night, sir, but, unfortunately, she didn’t have the time to see anything. At least, she’s tough. After the guy had hit her over the head, she still had the strength to stand up once more and fight back. Unfortunately, the knife stopped her.”
“So, she didn’t see the aggressor’s face,” McNamara concluded.
“No, sir. She told me about the same mask that McNeil told us about. Brave girl, McNeil. Too bad, she couldn’t see more. By the way, you should know I’ve just he
