Chapter 18
The insistent ring of his phone tugged Duke from an unexpectedly heavy sleep, his misshapen dreams lumbering away with all the reluctance he had in waking. He almost sighed happily when the ringing stopped, but seconds later, it started again, driving his eyelids open as he twisted to reach for it on his nightstand.
He immediately groaned. Damn it. He’d forgotten about the stitches. That explained his difficulty waking, too. Drugs always wreaked havoc with his system.
The phone stopped and started a third time by the time he reached it. The name on the screen woke him up the rest of the way.
“What is it, Finch?” He glanced over at the other side of the bed, noting the absence of Scott’s clothing. “Don’t tell me you lost him already.”
“No, sir.” The line sounded hollow. Finc
