Chapter 10
When Jules woke, he felt disoriented. He was sprawled on his stomach on the bed, only half covered with blankets. He was still wearing yesterday’s pants. The buckle of his belt was cold against his ankle. He pushed himself up and rubbed his face. His mind was foggy.
A glance at the clock jolted him awake. He was late for work. There was no time for a shower, so he stuck his head under the sink and quickly rinsed the product from his hair. He threw on clean clothes, grabbed his jacket, and headed out.
Traffic didn’t want to cooperate, and Jules couldn’t gain any ground or make up any of the time he’d lost to the deep and dreamless sleep that had claimed him. Being trapped in that tiny car with other cars pressing in around him didn’t help at all.
“I’ll call Remy when I get to
