Chapter 3
Cody tossed and turned that night. He’d left his cell phone in the living room, too paranoid to keep it around. Mechanized cool air streamed endlessly from the ceiling, fluttering the bunched up sheets around his body. The maroon sheets tickled his legs, as he thought of long fingers dancing across his flesh in the dark.
He woke shortly after dawn, with the sun’s rays shining in his eyes. He thought he’d closed the shade the night before, so he stumbled out of bed and yanked down on the Venetian blinds.
Still groggy, Cody stumbled into the bathroom, pissed, and returned to his room. He pulled the blinds down and returned to bed.
The sound of an electric drill woke Cody some time after noon. The buzzing sounded close. He bolted out of bed and grabbed a tank top and pair of sho
