Chapter 20 – The Past Revisited
Wee Hours of the Morning, Saturday, June 21st, 2014
The ringing of my room phone woke me out of the uneasy slumber I’d finally fallen into. I looked at the bedside clock: 2:37 AM. I tried to shake the cobwebs from my head and sit up. My left leg throbbed in pain after spending the previous day cooped up in my car, driving for hours on end. Since I was temporarily on the run, I didn’t have so much as an ibuprofen tablet to my name. At this hour, I’d just have to put up with the pain.
Grogginess subsiding, I realized I probably ought to answer the offending phone that was still ringing. It might be Mel...It’s probably important...
I picked up the handset of the old-fashioned style push button phone you saw only in dated hotel rooms these days.
“lo?”
“Dan
