Chapter Twenty-Seven
As I lay on the grimy concrete, body aching and head pounding, I glanced to the fire exit door that had just closed behind me where faint, cheesy rock music piped from inside.
How had it come to this?
I’d already stolen a motorcycle, visited a strip club and got into a fistfight. If this was my midlife crisis, it was ticking all the boxes.
I was alone now. Sweaty, dirty and deserted. I rolled onto my back and for the briefest of moments considered not moving, just lying still forever, until all this was over and I could finally rest.
But reality was whispering in my ear; this would never be over unless I did something about it. Lives depended on me.
The bouncers had worked me over good. A solid beating, without any long-term damage. I almost had respect for the S
