1953: Part 4
Two weeks later, Joe stood in the McAllister's living room. Chuck sat on the couch. He wore a baggy flannel shirt.
"You can't see it," Chuck said, "but I got shot twice. Once in the gut. The other grazed me. I had my doc sew me up."
"How did it happen?"
"I'd just dropped by King's Smokes. The owner was on my list of people to contact. I talk to the guy and the whole time I could smell that he's scared as hell and just getting worse. So, I cut it short. On my way, I climbed up the building across the street and when I looked back, I saw that he was on the phone. Before I got even a block over, people in one of the passing cars started shooting at me. Luckily my doctor's house wasn't far."
Joe nodded, then said, "Wait, did you change or does the doctor know about Night Wolf now?"
"The doc's one of my wife's cousins and he's known for a while. It's not the first time I've walked in there bleeding. I've stayed active, you know? I should give you his number. You might need it."
"If something gets past the Rocket suit, I'm not going to need a doctor. I'll need a morgue."
Chuck laughed a little and then grimaced. "Yeah. You've got a point there, but still, you never know."
"Yeah. You don't. I guess I'll take that number."