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Chapters (17)
  1. Front Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15

Well, we’ll get to that later. That is, if we get the chance. If we live long enough. But according to percentages, it looks to be strictly up the creek and, jim, I mean a one-way excursion. There’s some hunters out to bag you and the condition you’re in now, you can’t move fast. You can hardly move at all. You’re just an easy piece of cake for Kingsley and company.

Maybe what you oughta do is go back to the Hangout and put your head on a table and just drift off. At least you’d be safe at the Hangout. Until closing time, anyway. But that’s just stalling the issue, and there ain’t no dividends in that. The thing to do, or hope to do, is get back to your room and lock the door and get in bed with the gun.

So if you can just make it to your room, using these alleys—

He was lurching through an alley, holding onto fence posts for support. His hands slipped off the fence posts and he fell down. He got up very slowly, took a few steps and went down again. Come on, get up, don’t pass out. And then, just in the moment before he passed out, he heard the footsteps coming.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

His head was on a pillow. He opened his eyes and saw blackness. Sitting up in the bed, he reached instinctively for the gun, but there was no gun. He made a move to get out of the bed, but his limbs couldn’t function. They got me tied with ropes, or something, he thought.

But it wasn’t that. It was the alcohol. You got one of them real special hangovers, he told himself, really feeling it as it hammered his skull. He fell back on the pillow and let out a groan. Then he floated out again.

Later when he opened his eyes, the room was still dark. He sat up slowly, wondering where he was and what they planned to do with him. He couldn’t understand why they’d brought him here instead of just getting rid of him. For a while he sat there, trying to reason it out. Of course it didn’t make sense that they’d neglected to put ropes on him and tie him to the bed. Or maybe they took it for granted he was helpless without the gun. But that’s taking a hell of a lot for granted, he said to himself.