RecoveryAlarm shot through me when I awoke to find another face hovering over me. Who was it this time? Slowly I saw that it was Paco gazing down at me, smiling, a look of relief in his eyes. He was holding my hand. He leaned down and kissed my cheek.
'Thank god,' he murmured.
Yes, I thought, thank god, the universe, whoever, but where was I?
I looked around at the sterile white of a modern hospital room, at the drip stand by my side. Why was I here?
Memories returned, gradual at first, then in a gush and I was back in the grave I had unearthed in my patio, a grave of old bones, a grave I had dug for myself. I remembered digging, falling, no, being pushed in. Strangled. Then, nothing. All was blank. Had I been lying in that grave all night?
I couldn't have been unconscious for long. T
