Devin Mulwray sipped more espresso to counteract the painkillers that kept him somewhat insulated from the persistent throbs in his arm. Freshly applied gauze was wrapped around the wound, a gash that, according to his physician at the emergency room, didn’t present any threat of permanent damage. For the time being, though, he had the drained mien and unkempt look of a disaster survivor.
Emily sat next to him on the outdoor bench at the Elite Bean Cafe. She’d already given him several kisses on the cheek for the ostensible purpose of speeding on his recovery.
“So where did Linus go after he unpinned you from the balcony?” asked Rex.
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