Chapter 47
"I understand you've been running your mouth off?"
Tim shrunk back against the chair he was in. "I didn't." Although, he really wasn't sure. He'd gotten pretty wasted. It had seemed like the easiest way to handle all the pressure he was under. If he got drunk enough maybe he'd forget how to do all the computer stuff. But had he been talking about it? He didn't think so, but really couldn't remember all that had gone on.
His head pounded and his stomach rolled, reminding him he'd downed a lot of alcohol. He pressed his lips firmly closed trying to stave off the heaving that was rolling up from his guts.
"That's not what I heard. In fact, that's why I came to your rescue."
Tim struggled against the ropes that tied him to the chair.
"I doubt you'll get free. Just know that yo
