“Aren’t you the smart one?” He poked Kathi with the revolver he held in his right hand. “Ain’t she just a rocket scientist? Or have you been talking out of school again?” Kathi didn’t respond, even when he placed the gun under her chin and lifted her head. “Answer me.” His voice was a little louder now, and firmer, like he was talking to a wayward child. “She didn’t tell me anything about being engaged or about you.” I put my hand over Kathi’s, hoping to comfort her. It was ice cold. He dropped the gun and focused on me. “She should have told people about us, especially that music man. He might not be in the hospital right now if she had.” “So you beat up Blake?” That was obvious, now. Who else besides the crazy man who thought Kathi was his property would have beaten the guy up and left all the expensive equipment, not to mention over five hundred dollars in Blake’s wallet.
