CHAPTER 71

Damon leaned against the desk in the office as the paramedics placed a bag of ice on his head. The other one pointed a tiny flashlight at his eyes, probably checking for signs of concussion.

Damon was feeling weird. There had been an infiltration last night, but nothing was stolen. There was a man in the office last night dressed in black. He seemed to have been looking for something of importance to him. Damon had tried to stop him, but that hadn’t gone as planned.

Now the sun was up, and the paramedics were trying to make sure that he was okay. The police crowded the office as they searched for anything that was stolen. One would think that it was a crime scene.

“How many fingers am I holding up?” The male paramedic asked.

Damon looked up at him holding out his index, middle finger, and thumb.

“Three,” he said with a sigh.

The male paramedic nodded and rose to his feet. He went to meet up with a police officer who was standing by the door.

“How is he doing?” The officer aske