CHAPTER 27
Springtime. I’ve always … No, wait. That’s not right.
Where am I? Why did I fall asleep with the lights on?
“So, you’re awake?”
I blink up at the man scowling at me then glance at the clock behind his shoulder. It’s nine in the morning. How long have I been here? My back aches.
“Do you know who I am?” he asks, and his voice is uncharacteristically quiet. I’d say gentle, but that would be exaggerating. There’s nothing soft about this man and there never has been in all the time I’ve known him.
I nod. “You’re the detective.”
I think I see him smile. At least, that’s probably the closest he ever comes to smiling. “Good.” He raises his Styrofoam cup as if toasting my memory.
I sit up. Something’s missing. Something … my head. It doesn’t hurt at all. What was in that coffee h
