Chapter 4While he waited for Boz to bring his car down to the entrance of the complex, Jake realized how tired he felt and how his head pounded with every heartbeat. Damn. That blasted bum really gave me a thump. Tomorrow—or make that today—is Sunday. I’d forgotten. I don’t forget things like that. Maybe Boz was right and I do have a concussion. He found it hard to hold onto a thought long enough to finish it. That didn’t seem like a good sign either.
Just then, Boz pulled up at the curb. Jake managed to get into the car—a fully restored vintage Mustang. He was almost too weary and hurt to appreciate the car. He couldn’t find the words to tell Boz what a great set of wheels he had.
When they got to Boz’s home, Athena met them at the door. She gave both men a reproachful look after she sn
