Mercy Le Bas

all. Ever. He had come to accept that eventuality ... until three weeks and five days ago when the half-dead stranger had been dragged from the sea and brought to his door by fishermen who did not care to identify themselves. Their errand was one of mercy, not involvement. God would understand; the man had been shot. What the fishermen had not known was that far more than bullets had invaded the man’s body. And mind. The doctor pushed his gaunt frame out of the chair and walked unsteadily to the window