I supported McDonald in the elevator up to his office. "Are you sure you don't want me to call an ambulance?" I asked. "That arm looks pretty bad."

McDonald shook his head. "No. I'll just put it in a sling and get Candi to drive me to the hospital later. There are things to do now."

I glanced over at Paul, who was leaving a bloody streak on the other side of the elevator. His eyes were closed, but he opened them briefly to give me a nod. Okay, then. No one wanted any kind of care.

I was surprised that I had come out of it so well. Other than a bruise on my back from where Morvyth had flung me into a shelf, I was uninjured.

As we limped into McDonald's office, past Candi, who looked at all of us with a startled expression, I asked,...

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