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“He said, ‘I know you. Now you know me. This isn’t over.’ And then he pulled the mask back on and ran.”
Hunt swore.
Fear filled her eyes. “He’s coming back for me, isn’t he?”
“You can ID him as Marcus’s murderer.” Hunt’s bluntness made Kenna pale even more.
Her eyes widened with terror.
Max, and especially Kenna, could have done without Hunt’s candor.
Hunt squeezed her arm. “I have the basic description. Can you give me more details about his face and hair?”
“Dirty blond. I didn’t realize it until I pulled the mask off, but it was long and straight, tied into a bun. His face was... I don’t know. Rugged. Lines at the corners of his eyes. His nose looked like it had been broken. There was a bump on the bridge of his nose. Hehad a close beard, darker than his hair, but not brown. His front upper tooth had a tiny chip out of the corner.”
The guy got close enough for her to see all those details.
Max seethed.
“That’s good,” Hunt praised. “Any other distinguishing marks? A tattoo maybe?”
She rubbed the heel of her hand roughly against her forehead a couple of times. With her head injury, she probably had a killer headache to go with the long gash. “He was mostly covered.” She squinted her eyes. “Except, I did see something peeking out of his collar, like a swirl or point of a tattoo going up from his shoulders and halfway up the back of his neck. I don’t know what it was, except a black curve of something.” She shook her head.
Luckily, it appeared the doctor had finished sewing her up.
“I’m sorry I can’t tell you more. I just wanted to get to Marcus to see if he was all right. But he wasn’t.” She met Hunt’s gaze. “He wouldn’t wake up.”
“No, honey, he didn’t. But I think he saved you.”
“It should have been me.”
Hunt squeezed her arm again. “I’m glad it wasn’t you.”
Kenna closed her eyes as more tears fell.
Max had a hard time standing by, witnessing all this, listening to her anguished voice recounting seeing her boyfriend die right in front of her and being helpless to do anything about it.
He felt like a jackass just standing there, not doing anything.
But it wasn’t his place. He didn’t even know why he came, except that he had to see for himself that she was going to be okay, or he’d simply go insane worrying about her.
She didn’t look like it right now, but he knew Kenna. She was strong and resilient and she’d get through this.
The doctor stood and pushed the tray of implements he’d used to work on Kenna out of the way. “You’re all stitched up. The numbing will wear off in an hour or so.”
Hunt glanced over at the doctor. “Are you releasing her tonight?”
“I’ll have her discharge papers in a few minutes.” The doctor directed his next words to Kenna. “You’ll need to keep those stitches dry. I understand you’ll want to shower and wash your hair. Just be sure to dry your scalp really well so it will heal. I’ll send you home with some antibiotic ointment. You have a very mild concussion that should resolve in the next day or so, so don’t drive. There’s some bruising and swelling on your head that will probably hurt for a few days. Over-the-counter pain meds should help with that.” The doctor picked up the paper bag from the counter and held it out to Hunt. “We bagged her clothes for evidence just in case.”
Hunt took the bag. “Thank you.” To Kenna he said, “I brought you something comfortable to wear.”
The doctor came around the bed to Hunt’s side to address Kenna directly. “Is there someone we can call to pick you up?”
Kenna didn’t meet his gaze, just stared off into space.“My brother left town. My parents are away, too. I guess... I’ll just go home.”
“You can’t,” Hunt quickly spoke up. “Your apartment is a wreck and a crime scene. I’ll take you to the ranch tonight.”
Max breathed a sigh of relief that Hunt stepped up to take Kenna to his place.
