FORTY-THREE
Tooms awoke, blinked, he was finally awake. He felt giddy and disorientated. He had the taste of copper in his mouth. Tooms spat and watched as a pool of blood hit the rug. Tooms groaned as he felt his body hurt all over. He knew he had to get up, check on McCall. As went to get up, he was suddenly pulled back by something and he felt as if his arms were made from lead. He looked down to see that he had both hands handcuffed to the radiator behind him, he tugged at his shackles and grunted. His mind was full of clouds, and he was beginning to get the feeling back into his body as his system began to waken. In his blurry vision he made out someone in front of him, the silhouette was more masculine, and he figured it was Jones.
“Where’s McCall?” Tooms yelled, as he struggled to
