Chapter Twenty-Eight
A metallic tinkling snapped me awake. I fumbled for my surroundings. Soft padding beneath me, a shabby couch, an unfamiliar room. Sunlight streaming through open window blinds.
“Wh-where?”
“Relax hot-shot; you were only out for a few hours. Looks like you needed it.”
I bolted upright. Dull pain swelled in my chest. My arm throbbed.
Across the small apartment, Donnie Lewis stood in the kitchen area, stirring a mug. “Take it easy,” she said.
“A few hours?” I felt like I had been out for days. Wincing as my ribs caught fire, I grabbed for my cell phone.
7.20am. The screen was otherwise blank. No calls.
Donnie moved closer and offered me the steaming cup. “Coffee, black. I hope you take it black—I don’t have any milk anyway. My ex got me some fancy coffee machine,
