Chapter Two
Present Day
For no reason whatsoever, Keane jerked awake in a still dark room. He immediately checked the time.
4 am. Again. For the third day in a row.
This s**t was starting to drive him crazy. But he already knew from the previous two days there would be no going back to sleep.
He sat up in bed, barely registering the fundraiser blonde he’d been banging for three nights now. Nice girl. But f*****g her wasn’t working. If anything, the s*x had only amplified the new restless sensations he’d been feeling since the first time he woke up too early, metastasizing them like cancer.
Despite the hour, he put on his main prosthetic and crossed over to his city-facing floor-to-ceiling windows to go through his usual Scrooge McDuck morning routine. Counting his real estate gold wa
