THIRTY-EIGHT
The hospital elevator let James out by the parking garage. He honestly couldn’t remember what floor he had parked on. There hadn’t been half as many cars in the lot when he’d arrived last night. He fished out his keys and tapped the alarm. He heard the chirp-chirp clearly, but the garage was like an echo chamber. He couldn’t tell for certain where the sound came from.
Trying to ignore the exhaust fumes he was breathing in, James finally found his car. It took ten minutes of walking around the upper levels. Inside the car, he sat behind the wheel and stared out the front windshield. A complete numbness absorbed all of his senses. He didn’t know if he could drive. His vision was blurry and his hearing muffled.
He tried to figure out what the hell was happening. None of it mad
