CHAPTER 49
Powell sat on the floor with his back against the wall as the hammering in his head worked overtime to pound him into submission. The shattered, blood-stained lamp that Mimi had used to take the back of his head off lay on the floor beside him. He waited until the room stopped spinning like a carousel, then slowly got to his feet, staggered into the bathroom, and turned on the faucet in the bathroom sink. He rinsed out the b****y washcloth that Tana had used to clean the wound, then picked up where she left off. But what he really needed besides a triple dose of ibuprofen was Polysporin, hydrogen peroxide and a bandage. Powell hoped he didn’t also need stitches, but if he did Tana would have to drive him to the nearest ER. He could scarcely stand, let alone climb in behind the
