Chapter 14
Rafe woke to stifling heat. Sweat had soaked his hair and slithered down his neck to pool on the damp pillow. He opened his eyes, dismayed to see it wasn’t a dream—he was in jail. When he tried to get up to splash water on his face, a wild rush of dizziness slammed him flat on his back. Groaning as the room tilted and swirled, he clutched the thin plastic-covered mattress and waited for it all to right itself. At last, the motion slowed, and he stopped gagging. Good thing no one had thought to feed him any dinner. He must have caught something from the little girl he’d held so close. She’d been sick. Probably flu—that’s what it felt like.
He eased himself to a sitting position and looked around. The cell had no window, but he assumed it was morning. The fluorescent bulb in its
