The faint buzz of light seeped through the blinds, cutting thin lines across Jeffrey’s face. He stirred, half-blinded by the brightness, and groaned quietly. His body still ached, though not as sharply as before.
A soft rustle came from the other side of the room.
When he opened his eyes, he found Gilbert standing by the small desk, holding something up to the light like a jeweler examining a diamond.
Jeffrey blinked, trying to focus. It took him a second to recognize what his roommate was holding. The black business card.
Clicking his tongue, Jeffrey pushed himself upright, the mattress creaking beneath him. “What the hell are you doing with that, Gilbert?”
Gilbert didn’t look away from the card. He squinted at it as if it might reveal some hidden trick. “Inspecting it,” he said simp
