Chapter 33
Lennon woke up with a dry, fuzzy mouth and a headache. He couldn’t move and for a moment he panicked. Had he been hurt? Had there been an accident? The headache didn’t help. It kept him from thinking as clearly as he wanted, and he hated when his mental processes were clouded. It was one reason he didn’t drink to excess very often.
But then again, if he’d been injured in a car accident, it couldn’t be helped. He strained to remember. “Ben?”
Pain exploded in his jaw, as someone backhanded him across the face. “You might have gotten away from me once, b***h, but I don’t make the same mistake twice.”
The voice triggered memories, even through the chemical fog plaguing his brain. “Jamal Bannerman.” The words sounded weird to Lennon, muffled and weirdly reflected. He fought to op
