"Someone attacked her in an alley. She was trapped under a pile of bricks when I found her," He found a cold comfort in the anger that came with the reply, familiar grounds he was used to dealing with. But the images were still fresh in mind and just recalling it was a hard kick in the chest.
"I swear that the responsible party is going to regret it. After."
It took him a moment to realize what he'd heard had been mental and not spoken outloud. There was still a little voice of deniel in the back of his mind that wanted to go back to that apartment, sleep on her couch, and wake up the next morning to find it was just another lifelike nightmare and she'd be cooking breakfast. That was assuming he could even find sleep.