Chapter Thirty-Four
Mark woke as the first shafts of sunlight filtered through the dusty venetian blinds. It took a few minutes for him to emerge from the stupor of sleep. Why did he have such an aching head? Then the events of the previous night came back to him in a rush.
Mark opened his eyes, gasping as he tried to move cramped limbs. His body was sprawled over hard floorboards, and he had a painful crick in the neck where his head had been jammed up against a television cabinet. An early morning children’s show blared loudly. Putting his hand to his head, he felt a large bump, like the lump a cartoon character might get after being struck by an anvil.
Mark staggered to his feet and looked around, fearing that Jason might be lurking somewhere nearby. But after a cursory search it bec
