_Rowena’s POV_
The man was heavier than he looked.
I got my hands under his arms and moved him in stages, which was undignified for both of us but was what the situation required. He was semi-conscious, aware enough to make faint sounds when I shifted him but not aware enough to be useful about it.
The blood on his left side was dried at the edges which meant it wasn’t fresh, which meant he had been lying in that maintenance channel for several hours while the competition ran its full day above him and nobody had looked in the right direction.
I got him over the barrier. Then across the track.
I struggled to get him into the back seat of Pierre’s car, which was going to require an explanation. Pierre would give me an earful.
“This isn’t necessary. You don’t even know hi
