"Marcus Belby," she clarified, looking at him sharply. Maybe she'd been mistaken. Maybe he was alive? But she'd seen him slumped against the wall, shoulder dislocated and blood seeping from his head where it'd hit the stone wall. "He was.." Penny's mind raced for a moment. "He was twenty-five, tall, dark hair. I saw him.." Her lip trembled, but she managed to hold back the tears. "I slipped in his blood, Percy."