CHAPTER FIVE
Travis wakes with a jolt. His eyes pop open. Where the f**k am I, he thinks? He looks around, his mind not locked into gear, looking for something that identifies where he is. Then it hits him like a freight train. He feels short of breath. The image of the girl cut to pieces. His heart starts racing, he takes deep breaths. Remembers his technique. Places his hand over his chest, deep breath in, deep breath out slowly, counting it down from five to one and again and again. He can breathe normally now but reaches for his cigarettes on the chest-of-drawers next to the bed. Can’t find a lighter.
Gets out of bed, grabs his jeans off the floor, picks up his black shirt. The lighter drops to the floor. He does the buttons on the shirt up, tucks himself in. Bloody Ahn ripped off hi
