Chapter 153: Stephon

Stephon called 911 and gave the name of the cafe, having no idea what the address was. He disconnected after being assured officers were on the way.

"Can you hold on a little longer before we get you cleaned up?"

Her body stiffened. "I don't want anyone seeing me like this."

"I know," he said while lightly smoothing strands of hair from her battered face, "but I want the police to take pictures of your injuries before we clean them."

She gave a small giggle through her tears. "What on earth would make you think that way?"

"I saw it on television. I hate to say this, but you might have his DNA on you. If the knife is still out front it should have some too."

"You watch CSI?"

He bent in close to her ear and whispered huskily, "It's one of my favorite shows."

"You're joking?" She gave another small sniff.

"Yes, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead and believe it."

She actually laughed and his heart unclenched for the first time since hearing her cry for help. Minutes later, he looke