“Perfect,” Tanu muttered. He dropped to his knees beside Warren. “Sorry I’m late.” “Heard you banged your head,” Warren said. Wearing an embarrassed grin, Tanu smoothed a hand over his thick, dark hair. “Don’t know what happened. Must have tripped and hit a rock.” Tanu produced a knife. Warren grimaced as Tanu began to cut away his shirt. “I feel sorry for the rock.” Tanu shrugged. “It smacked me pretty good. I’ve never been knocked out before. Thick skull.” He slashed away a wide section of fabric. Warren eyed the knife. “You’re not dizzy or anything?” “I do my best work dizzy.”
