Tillman folded a piece of Crane's shirt and pressed it into the wound. He grabbed Crane by the wrist and forced him to hold the compress in place.

"I meant your illegal operation. Someone that can stitch a bullet wound that won't report it to the police," Tillman amended, not phased by the sarcasm in the least.

Implication that he had passed some kind of test intensified his glare for a moment. If that little rendezvous had been a test and this was passing, he didn't want to see failure.

"We need to get somewhere with clean water and a first aid kit," was all Tillman said. He started the van and eased it back onto the street.