Chapter ONE - Weebly

ipped, as if he was mauled by a feral dog, and I could
see that the blood vessels in his arm had been torn.
Now, I saw my father do surgeries. I know what
happens when a vessel in one of the limbs is broken that
way. There should have been blood everywhere.
Forgive me for being crude, but it would have gushed
from that wound as long as his heart continued to labor.
The boy should have bled his life away before his other
injuries killed him. But there was hardly any blood on
his clothing, and when I asked the men who brought
him to us, they said that there was little more on the
street. The poor child had to have been dead before the
bone shattered.”
Ethan pondered this for several moments. He
couldn’t deny that every fracture of this sort he had
seen bled profusely. “Have you mentioned this other
incident to anyone else?” he finally asked.
“You don’t believe me.”
“I didn’t say that. I’m merely asking if you’ve
spoken of the boy’s death in the past day or two.”
“No. I didn’t make the connection until I watched
you examine the Berson girl. That’s when I started