McCrane groaned and lifted a hand as his eyes started to open. The sound drew my attention back to him and murderous rage flooded me .
I started toward him, but Michelle cut between us. "Don't!" She put her hands on my chest. "Don't, okay? It's over. You can have your life back...Matthew ."
I blinked, the sound of that name so foreign, I didn't know what to think .
"What in the hell happened?" the older man on the floor said, his voice getting louder with every word .
From where I stood, I could see when his eyes landed on Michelle, and when memory returned. Those angry eyes narrowed, and he started to speak, but Michelle shifted and when she did, I came into full view .
His eyes widened .
I don't know at exactly what second he recognized me, but he started to scramble back on the ground. It would have been wise, because I wanted to take him apart .
But again, Michelle caught my arms .
"Don't." She adjusted her stance so she could see the man on the floor as she held out her hand. "Listen ."
I glanced down and in it was a small, rectangular device. Frowning at the sight of it, I shook my head. But then she pushed a button, and I realized what it was – a digital recorder .
McCrane's voice came spilling out .
"He told me what he did, Matthew," she said earnestly. "He told me that Marlon had been driving and that Marlon crashed the car ."
"That's fucking crazy!" Washington shouted, shoving upright. "You stupid bitch, what are you playing at ?"
But she ignored him. "You can have your life back. My parents have connections too. They'll help you clear your name, and he can pay for what he did ."
That pushed Washington over the edge, and he got up, rushing at us .
This time, I was the one to smash a body part into the man's face .
But it wasn't my elbow .
It was my fist, and if my knuckles were bruised and sore afterward, it was well worth it .
He went down, hard, and this time, his eyes didn't roll back. They flat out shut, and he was still out of it when the cops arrived a short time later .