"We're friends," Pierce replied with a nod as they exited the building. His car was parked in the garage, on the first floor, so it wasn't very far. Thank goodness. "She said nothing but good things about you. Don't be too hard on her. Nice girl, that Olivia."
He opened the passenger door for Simon and then went around to the driver's side, briefly assessing the state of the boy's hand as he climbed in. Speeding seemed like a good option. Simon was looking a little pale. How long had he sat around with a bleeding hand? And what if there was glass stuck in there?