Broken…Random Snippet # 4

Broken 3.02.2010

It was hotter than hell outside, but Quinn was cold.

Almost shaking with it, he was so cold.

Too close.

Way too close.

His hands had a fine tremor to them as he climbed off his bike. He stood there, staring at them. They were clean, but he could still see blood.

Still smell it.

"God, please, mister . . . don't hurt him. He didn't mean nothing by it."

The girl's words had been hard to understand, because her lower lip was bruised and swollen. As was her left eye. She had bruises...