Chapter Twelve
Am I Done?
When I woke, I was stretched out in a narrow bed, tucked in tidily, surrounded by the crisp scent of freshly laundered linen.
And there’s an incredible roar in my ears!
I had no idea how I’d gotten here—wherever here was. From the pounding in my head, I judged I would probably never remember the events that brought me there.
I remembered Taksim, and I thought I remembered most of what Valerie had eventually revealed to me. I wonder what, if anything, I had revealed to her.
Does adding black pepper to vodka make you stupid? Nah, those Russians play chess.
Okay. Stretched out. Narrow bed. Incredible roar.
Hospital by a freeway?
No! I’m on a plane!
I was reclining in one of those wide first-class seats that make up into a bed. The kind they provide you for…
