“Just tell me why,” bawled Sammy.
“Just tell me who,” retorted Harrison Phillips.
Between the two the tall, broad shouldered Mediterranean woman in the dark pantsuit stood. She was adjusting the wrappings around her fists. They were white cloth splotched with deep red. She looked to Phillips. Phillips nodded.
Sammy tried to protest but her fist caught his jaw and he just whimpered.
“Who?” repeated Phillips.
“Why?” repeated Sammy.
The woman hit Sammy again. Then again.
“Stop!” bawled Sammy through bleeding lips and a throbbing jaw. To his surprise, she did.
Phillips stepped forward and knelt close. “Who?”