Chapter 7Rico Farez was sure he'd seen that particular lampshade before, and lying there in the grainy darkness, the suspicion turned to certainty. Swallowing back the phlegm which seemed stuck in his otherwise parched throat, his confused, pounding brain tried to deduce where he'd seen it. The answer finally came to him – Ikea. Whoever that lampshade belonged to, must once have shopped at the furniture giant. Rico wasn't sure why his head had been tackling such a pointless and inane question since he came around a few minutes ago, but he felt some satisfaction in knowing he'd managed to solve the issue. The next problem was, what the hell was he doing here staring at a lampshade in the first place? Rolling his head slightly to the right, he felt hard tiles beneath his shaved head. Straini
