Chapter 2
For a moment Ryan wasn’t sure if the banging came from the front door or his head. He blinked rapidly and stared at the ceiling. Jonesy licked his chin.
His mouth felt like he’d swallowed a case of cotton balls and his head felt like a freight train drove through the middle of it. He closed his eyes. The banging continued.
Ryan struggled to sit up and ran a hand through his hair. He felt desperately in need of a shower and like a gallon of coffee. He winced at the empty bottle of Jack beside the sleeping bag. He managed to make it to his knees, which he figured was a definite win.
“Whoever that is I’m gonna kill them,” Ryan muttered. Finally upright, he staggered to the window and peered out. He rubbed his eyes. Looked again. Stepped away from the window.
“I know you’re in t
