Chapter 8
Henry shivered and rolled to his side. He didn’t know what hurt worse, his head or his wrist. He decided that each part of his body hurt just as much as the next; so, he just checked off on the mental list he was making of his injuries that he was just in pain. He pushed himself up off the floor in a sitting position and scooted backwards until his back was pressed against the hull of the boat.
“More like a great big bloody ship, not a boat,” he muttered, wincing when he tried to move his fingers. “Hell’s bell’s, you’ve got yourself into a doozy of a mess this time, Henry Summerlin.”
He glanced around the area, trying to see if he could figure out what in the hell was going on and where he was. The room was lit by a single light bulb that swayed back and forth, and the floor r
