Goldstein, Anthony. That was it. He knew he would remember. Sometimes it just took his brain a moment to reboot, especially after the time he'd just had.
He let out a sigh of relief that he didn't realize when the deepest cut was healed. It had been aching ever since that crazy woman had drawn the knife and slashed him.
"Lots of smoke and fire," Lee said. "I didn't get the worst of it, I think. Probably lucky for me." He smiled self-deprecatingly. "I suppose it could have been worse, but it could have been better as well."