Chapter 17 The pulsating screech of a small, digital alarm clock coated with the grimy smudges of fingerprints from past occupants tore Sean from a lumbering sleep. He hadn’t set the alarm, but he was relieved that the guest from the previous night presumably had. Eight-thirty in the morning. He stared at an egg-shaped, reddish-brown water stain on the ceiling for a minute or so before he heard the slamming of two car doors just outside his window. He lurched over to the drawn blinds to make sure the police hadn’t come for him, but before he even reached the glass, the loud voices of two Spanish-speaking men squelched the worry. They seemed to be arguing. Their conversation was soon muffled out by a loud car engine that torqued to a start.
Cursing his own grogginess, Sean stumbled around
