The men smiled at each other. "She did mention she thought you were a dirtbag, but your assailant had a gun."

TJ's head was hurting badly. Who had a gun and wanted him dead? The list of suspects wasn't zero, but it still didn't make sense to him. He closed his eyes. "It had to be the bitch's brother! H-he threatened me!"

One of the detectives snorted. "We read the police report and saw him in person. He'd just been hit by a car and was heavily medicated, unconscious at the time. So nice try, but it couldn't have been him. The extent of your injuries and the bruising on...