CHAPTER 15
The cellphone's ringing woke us both out of a deep and thankfully dreamless slumber. Light poured in through the window, telling me we slept well into the morning. We were still lying on the bed, fully dressed. Host fumbled around, finally pulling the cellphone out of his pants' pocket. He glanced at the screen, which read 9:10 a.m., before hitting the answer button. We had been unconscious for over twelve hours. One hell of a miserable hangover made its presence felt. The ringing of the phone echoed painfully in our head.
With a voice full of gravel and glue, he answered. Lt. Gomez was on the other end, checking in as promised. As before, he got off as quickly as possible, assuring Lt. Gomez he was fine. Yes, he would take his medicine and keep his appointment. Yes, he'd call
