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Marc asked, curiosity getting the better of him. 
    With difficulty, the woman brought herself to her feet, using a handrail for support.
    “Yes, I believe you can.”
    Marc waited for an explanation, but she offered none.  She looked at him with a glare that he felt penetrate his soul.
    “Alright.  What can I help you with?”
    “You don’t remember me?”  She seemed upset.
    Marc starred trying to place her, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.  He felt an inexplicable connection with this stranger though.  Why?
    “I…”  Marc racked his brain and then a flashback rocked him.  Her bloodied body on the side of the road, helpless, begging him not to leave her.  Marc stared for some time before he found his voice again.  “Mercy,” he said breathless.
    She looked at him, a cross between anger and excitement in her glare.
    “You look…amazing.”  And she was beautiful.  More beautiful than he remembered.
    “A little better than the last time you saw me I imagine.”
    “How are you?”
    She didn’t answer his question.
    “I want to know what happened that night.”
    Marc put his hands in the pockets of his denim jeans.
    “I told the police already.”
    “I want you to tell me.”
    He couldn’t tell her the truth.
    “They told me you hit me, but they didn’t have proof to support it, that’s why they dropped the charges.”
    “I didn’t hit you Mercy.”
    “I know.”  She took a few steps toward him and Marc saw a slight gimp in her step.  “But you know who did.”
    “I don’t.”  Uncomfortable was an understatement to describe how he felt at that moment under her prying little eyes.  “I wish I could tell you I did.”
    “I know you know who it was.  You were talking to a second man.  I remember.”
    Marc averted his eyes to the ground.
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “The truth would be a good start.” 
    Marc could feel her gaze pinned upon him.
    “Mercy, I’m glad you’re okay, I really am.  And I’m glad to see you, but I don’t have the answers to the questions you’re asking.”
    “Please,” she pleaded.  “I deserve to know who the coward was that took my leg and nearly killed me!”
    Marc brought his eyes up to hers and incredible guilt overcame him.  She’d lost her leg.
    “I know you were racing that night.  That you race as some kind of damn hobby.  But you’re racing nearly killed me!  Just because you didn’t hit me, doesn’t mean you weren’t a part of it!  I want to know the truth!”
    Marc’s stomach dropped to the ground. 
    “Why are you protecting the person who did this to me?”  Tears started to flow down her eyes.  “I just want to confront him.  I deserve that!”
    Marc couldn’t disagree.
    “I’m angry, I’m hurt…”  Mercy wiped her eyes, “I’m mad as hell!”
    “I’m sorry Mercy.”
    “Sorry doesn’t turn the clock back a year.”  Her stance waivered.  “Sorry doesn’t give me my damn leg back.  Doesn’t give me my life back!”
    Marc took a deep breath and took a step closer.
    “I’m sorry.”
    “Stop saying that.  I don’t care if you’re sorry, I just want to know!  Please!”
    Marc wanted to tell her.  Wanted to run Jose into the ground himself, the fucking coward.
    “I was racing, you’re right.”
    Mercy waited for him to continue.
    “It was in part my fault for being involved in that.”
    Mercy nodded her head. 
    “But, I can’t tell you any more than that, I wish I could.”
    “What?”  The expression on her face changed to absolute hate.
    “These aren’t good people.  You don’t understand.  Telling you who did this isn’t going to change anything.  If anything it will put you in danger.”
    “Put me in danger?  More danger than fucking cutting my leg off?!”  Mercy pushed his chest.  Marc took a step backward.  They needed to move this melee out of his driveway before the cops were called.
    “Let’s go inside and talk.”
    “I want to