The stench from the rug was almost more than I could bear. I covered my nose with my hand and stepped over the mess to prod Mark on the arm. He didn’t stir.
“Is he breathing?” Grace asked.
I nodded. “Out cold.”
“Stupid tosser! Leave him there. His dad can come and fetch him in the morning.” Without waiting for me to reply, Grace had turned and was headed t…
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