Chapter 35: Blame Games

He opens his eyes finding himself in his own bed. He is dry and in different clothes. His windows are closed with the shudders blocking the light. He felt much better, he supposed having a sea siren submerged under the river would do the trick. He turned to his side with his head still on his soft fluffy pillow. Mike and Brooks sat on his day bed in front of his large arched window. He had made sure that he got the best room in the house when the three of them moved in. He even had the two walk in closets one of them served as a mini library for their hunting books. He reached out for his cell phone, it lay on his bedside table next to the lamps Mike had gotten him as a birthday gift. It was still on the charger where he had left it. He swiped his fingers across the screen to see what time it was, the sun was still out so it could have been any time before 8 PM. It was 9 AM. That made no sense, how could it have been 9 AM? He had spoken to Harley that morning just after 9 AM.

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