He thought his head had hurt before, but it was nothing like the pain he felt now. Charlie rolled over and vomited down the side of the bench. The pain struck again, stabbing him behind the eyes and at the back of his neck. There was a ringing in his ears. He groaned and tried to remember where he was. The ringing persisted. It was then he felt his phone jostling him awake through his trouser pocket. Charlie checked the caller ID and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. It was Pinky Morris, the last person he wanted to deal with.
He considered letting it ring off. They weren"t due to meet Pinky for another… he checked his watch and cursed. It was nearly noon. If he didn"t take the call it would be as good as confessing to killing Pinky"s men. He hit answer.
“Mr Morris,” he said
