
Chapter Four: “Mr. Hamilton?” A firm hand rocking his shoulder awakens Chaz. “He’s coming around.”His back and left shoulder ache. As he lethargically opens his eyes, he becomes aware he is lying on his back rather then sprawled out face-first on the floor. A blurry red shape coalesces into a jacketed woman staring down at him. Instinctively, Chaz flinches, drawing his arms and legs close to his body, a precursor to the fetal position. “Relax, Mr. Hamiltion. You’re safe...