“Evan?”
I awoke suddenly to someone nudging my shoulder. “Wha…”
I raised my head off the desk and straightened my glasses. Jesus, my head hurt something fierce. I tried to rotate my neck, but it was stiff. I massaged it while I finally focused on the owner of the voice. It was Chuck, and now he leaned against the doorjamb. The incident with Stellan came rushing back. s**t.
“What are you doing here?” I mumbled, trying to wake up fully. “And what time is it?” My brain was fuzzy, and my mouth tasted terrible. The office floor was a mess.
“It’s nine o’clock in the morning,” he replied. “I was driving by and saw that the side door was still open, which is unusual for a Sunday morning since the place is always locked up tight by now.” He sat in the chair across from me. “You’ve got snot unde
