middle crack with the tip of a cheap blue ballpoint pen.
“Three fractures on the left, three on the right,” Avery said, his voice flat.
“Are they clean?” I asked.
“Clean enough for a surgeon, not for a father,” he said, turning to look at me. “She is nineteen, Mr. Walker. Her bones are resilient, but this took a great deal of force.”
“What kind of force?”
“The impact came from a heavy object, Walker. Or a steel-toed boot. Multiple strikes while she was on the ground.”
“Any other injuries?”
“Bruises on her shoulders and ribs,” Avery said. “Defensive wounds on her forearms. She fought them.”
He tapped the pen against the plastic frame of the light board.
“This was not a random campus fight, Colonel Walker,” Doctor Avery said.
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I did not blink.
“I am a security consultant, Doctor,” I said.
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