A woman!!!
"What!" Howie snapped from behind him after a few seconds of watching Reddrick freeze without moving a muscle, his hands roaming over the unconscious figure on the floor. "Can you get on with it!" he snapped louder this time. As much as he was willing to kill the man, he had no intention of touching him, something Reddrick seemed to have no issues with. "You can touch him later! Just roll him up!" Howie barked, his frustration mounting as Reddrick completely ignored him, continuing to feel around the body sprawled before them.
A few moments later, Reddrick even took it a step further, beginning to unbutton the shirt. That was the final straw for Howie, who strode forward, ready to punch Reddrick back to his senses. But he stopped dead in his tracks when his eyes caught a glimpse of something unexpected. Beneath the unbuttoned shirt, there was a chest—scarless, pale, and unmistakably feminine. A bandage wrapped around it made it clear something was being concealed.