Chapter 11 Neal woke to a strong, spicy aroma. He was disoriented, unsure where he was. He’d kicked the sheet off the bed and woken cuddling a pair of stained white shorts. He heard the shower running, and a man singing. As he woke, his head cleared. Dewalt was bellowing in the shower, some rhyming rap rhythm. Neal made his way toward the aroma. The living room was incredibly sunny. On the dining table was a steaming copper pot with a chipped wooden handle. A petite white coffee cup sat next to the pot. Turkish coffee. He sniffed it. Madly fragrant, woody, stiff. Like some over the top Middle Eastern cologne. He poured the thick, muddy liquid into the cup and sipped. “You like it? Strong s**t, right?” Dewalt stood in the doorway to the bathroom, wet and dripping. “I have a new addicti