The full moon washed its light across the scene where Officer Running Horse of the tribal police listened to Logan’s account. Paramedics had checked his head wound, Kenu’s bruised chest, and cleansed and bandaged the teeth marks on Bernard’s arm. They’d given him an injection for pain and started an IV on his unhurt arm.
Logan could see the pain medicine was making him groggy. Bernard looked at him like a child pleading for help. Against Logan’s wishes, it touched a chord in his heart.
When the medics checked Bernard’s pupils, they looked meaningfully at each other.
“They aren’t equal, are they?” Logan said. “I noticed that a few weeks back in DC. I don’t know what it means, but I do know he hasn’t been himself since then. Today he was especially irrational, saying crazy stuff. Thinks h
