Chapter 7Murphy
Hot wasn’t a strong enough word to describe the temperature today. Sweat pooled in every crevice of his body, running free in rivulets every now and then. An ache in his head thumped constantly against his temples. This town seriously needed to consider changing its name from Andamooka to Hades.
To make everything worse, it wasn’t even close to noon yet.
Murphy pulled another mouthful of lukewarm water from his water bottle, berating himself for not chugging the entire bottle when it had been icy cold. All the beers he’d consumed last night bit him in the ass now. He was headachy, dehydrated, and a smidge nauseated. All that before the heat of the day had struck him, magnifying everything.
He’d left Remus back in their room, giving him some privacy while he made a phone
