Chapter 37The smell of coffee—good coffee. Stillness. It was daylight but the curtains were pulled; a figure sat in the chair near the window, reading a book. Sean was confused and exhausted but only had a mild headache. When he reached for his phone to check the time, the person in the chair moved. Sean’s phone was dead.
“s**t. Forgot to charge it for you,” said Dane, crossing to the bed. He took the phone from Sean and plugged it in.
“Dane?” Sean was no less confused. He had no sense of time. He didn’t seem to be in his bed, or Dane’s for that matter. Then he remembered they were staying at Big Frank’s, though he had no idea how Dane had gotten him back here. “Are you reading? A book?”
“Not seriously.” Dane passed him a to-go cup as he sat up. “Might be a little lukewarm, but it’s Cry
