Trevor shrugged, "I'm sure Mr. Riley knows more than me, and he'd be a more credible source. Could try asking him."

When prompted, he peeled the gauze away from his face. As expected, there was a fresh, purple bruise underneath. It was big and it was obvious and it was ugly, but it was no worse than he had described. It looked like he had been hit in the face, as simple as that. Trevor looked to Izzy with moderate anticipation, possibly readying himself to pull back if it looked like she was going to gob in his face.