TWENTY
THE MORNING AFTER THE NIGHT BEFORE
It had proved to be a long, difficult, sleepless night for Michael. Though he’d felt exhausted after the trauma of Jacob’s ferocious attack the previous day he’d been too fired up to allow himself the luxury of a good night’s sleep, afraid that Jacob just might decide to repeat his assault. Trying to rest with one eye continually on the door had left Michael feeling cold and low in spirit, precisely the way he didn’t want to feel that morning. After Jacob’s attack upon him the previous day, Michael had done as the other man had instructed and used his phone to call the man in the house on Abbotsford Road. Unable to speak openly with Jacob listening, he’d told the man that Jacob knew he’d been drugged, wanted to know why and for what purpose and w
