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“Hey, hey!” Owen dropped down beside him. “Take it easy, easy. You hit hard.”
“Knocked the wind out of me. Shit. Shit!” he repeated as he heard running feet.
“Pal, you just got tossed in the air by a dead woman. I think you can handle your girlfriend. Just stay down a sec.”
“Oh my God, what are you doing? What were you thinking?”
And Trey found himself warding off a trio of dogs and two women.
“You’re hurt. There’s blood. Cleo, call nine-one-one.”
“Stop.” Because he felt the blood trickle from his nose, he swiped at it. “I don’t need an ambulance. Come on, Mooks, back off.”
“He’s okay.” The two men gripped forearms, and Owen pulled Trey to his feet.
“Did you hit your head? Are you dizzy?”
“Yeah, I rapped it some, and no, not dizzy.”
“You sent us outside so you could do this. That’s out of bounds, both of you. Completely out of bounds.”
Scared and pissed, Trey thought, and took Sonya’s hands. “You’re right, it is. Sorry.”
“Listen, Trey could probably use an ice pack. How about you be mad at us downstairs?”
“All right, I think we’re done with the hunt for the day, and I can be mad anywhere.”
“I really am sorry.” Though she tugged at it, initially, Trey kept her hand in his. “I should have told you I wanted another look. I felt it made more sense for you to be out of the house when I did, but that’s no excuse for not being up front about it.”
“I see exactly what Anna means.”
“About what?”
She shook her head. “I’ll get you an ice pack and a beer, and you can explain all this.”
Because he felt Cleo hanging back, Owen slowed his pace to hers. “You’re pissed, too?”
“For Sonya, I am. My problem is I was working my way up to doing exactly what you did, so I’m saying as little as possible.”
“Smart move. Don’t try it alone. Just don’t.”
“I have some things that might help if I can get in there.”
“I just watched Trey get hit by something I couldn’t see, hard enough to send him flying about eight feet until he hit the wall like he’d been tossed by the Hulk. Don’t try it alone.
“I really want that beer now.”
In the kitchen, Sonya, coolly silent, got an ice pack, wet a cloth.
“Hold that to your nose.”
“It stopped bleeding.”
“I can see that.” Despite her anger, she trailed her fingers gently over the back of his head. “You’ve got a small knot, but that’s not bleeding.”
She handed him the ice pack. “Hold that there.”
“Got it. Thanks. Sonya, you can’t leave the room closed off forever.”
