The frigid air snaking along the floor was what woke him up. Doyle shivered from the cold, then a sharp pain ripped around his shoulders and down his back. Every movement was searing. Like fire, the pain spread in two waves: over his face and up from the base of his skull. Nausea roiled his stomach. Movement made everything worse, so he lay there until he could make small moves with less pain.
Opening his eyes, he saw that his vision was blurred. His head continued to pound. He tried remembering where he was. Out on the street? In his apartment? He strained to remember, then…Bam! The memory flooded back. Painfully, the images coalesced in his head. Brandon’s shop. But what was he doing on the floor?
Another movement and another surge of pain brought with it the memory of something metall
