When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
“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