It was empty, the bed rumpled and beige sheets on the floor.
"No." I turned and feeling a hit of nausea, hurried back to his side.
"What happened? Did--?"
"Fat Hispanic guy. Spic bastard. He had a couple of young punks with
him. Mrs. Reilly had just left and I went to the door, thinking it was
probably you ringing my bell. He flashed a knife and they shoved their
way in. Then one of his thugs went into the bedroom and carried her
out. When I tried to stop them, the SOB knifed me. I guess I . . .
swooned cause the next thing I remember is waking up here on the floor."