12
Stephen lay in bed, his foot propped on a pile of pillows. He glanced at his phone. It was only seven-thirty. He wasn’t supposed to meet Zoe until ten o’clock, but he still didn’t see how that was going to happen. He hadn’t slept much, and despite the pills he had taken, pain had been a constant companion. During the night, it had been so bad, the only thing he could do to get any relief was to hobble around the small hotel room. For some reason, that helped take the edge off.
One thing was sure, there was no way he could talk with any of the business owners for a couple of days. Between lack of sleep, the pain, and the medication he was taking, who knew what he would end up saying? Nothing good, he bet.
He pulled out his phone and found Zoe’s number in his address book. His finger p
