I leaned down and made sure I was in whisper distance when I finally said what I had to say.
“I told you when I asked you to keep an eye on her, that if anything happened to her, I’d kill you. I have a feeling, though, that you understand more than me the consequences here. If you weren’t already shot and on the verge of death, I’d finish you off right here and right now,” I said to Downy.
Downy’s swollen, black eyes opened. They were bloodshot, the whites of his eyes nearly pure red.
The beating he’d received caused the capillaries in his eyes to burst, which then caused major trauma to his eyes as well as the tissue and bone around them.
A strangled gasp sounded from behind me, and I turned in time to see my daughter’s hair follow her out of the room.
I turned back to the man who was staring at the door with tears flowing out of his eyes, soaking his beard, and grimaced. “I’ll talk to her.”
His eyes moved to mine, and he pinned me with a look. A look that told me I’d better.
“She’s my breath,” he gasped.
I closed my eyes.
That was all I needed to hear.