CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Breathing became an exercise in pain management. Only slightly surpassed in agony with the set of Calypso steel drums drumming a cacophonic jam session just above my right eye. Still, it felt good to get out of the hospital and sleep in my own bed.
“Don’t come back until you feel better, understand?” Lt. Yankovich growled at me as I was checking out of the hospital after what I thought had been only two days after my little dance with unknown assailants.
I nodded and grinned.
“Sure, Yank. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
“Monday,” Frank said behind me. In a voice that sounded he wouldn’t put up with any quibbling. “He’ll see you Monday, Lieutenant.”
Yank looked at me with those cadaver-like eyes of his and then back at Frank before silently nodding and turning to walk aw
