Act III — Chapter 24
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Thump-Thump! thump thump! Thump-thump thump…
Danny vaguely recognized the music.
His eyes opened slowly. The angle of the daylight hinted at an hour well past noon.
His shoulder wound flared as he stirred awake, and his hand still stung from the burn — unavoidable reminders of the horrors of the previous day.
But a trail of thin claw-marks on his chest reminded him that yesterday hadn’t been all bad.
He stood up and donned pajamas, taking his time. He no longer had a job to show up late for. Most importantly, he had a brilliant and beautiful young woman playing Dance Dance Revolution in the next room.
As he opened the bedroom door, the stench of acetone and kerosene stung his nostrils. The kitchen still contained the cluttered trappings of an impromptu bioch
