Chapter Thirteen
What the—?
A shrill noise pierced my senses and snapped me awake. Sunlight streamed through the window, hurting my eyes.
Shit. How long had I been out?
My head pounded, and I tried to fill in the gaps as I straightened my body. I had fallen asleep at the desk. I had no idea what time it was, but my back ached.
The half-empty bottle of bourbon stood across the desk from me, in mocking silence.
The noise attacked my ears again—my cell phone screaming at me. Demanding action. Damn it, the thing was on the desktop, just out of arm’s reach.
I staggered to my feet, and the world spun a little too much. I reached the phone, desperate to silence its cry.
“Yeah,” I croaked, after fumbling for the answer button.
“Good morning, sunshine,” Rey chimed at the other end.
How co
