“Then it occurred to me that I shouldn’t be smelling grease and that whatever was jabbing me in my right shoulder didn’t belong in a vacuum. Besides, I hurt too much to be dead. A tequila hangover was the only thing I could think of that might inflict this kind of pain, but I didn’t remember drinking myself into this state. In fact, I didn’t remember anything. I rubbed the back of my head where the pain seemed to originate. There was hardness and swelling that hadn’t come from the contents of a ...bottle, but maybe from the bottle itself. Was that it? The garage, the noise behind me, the light and then the dark—sounds like you got clubbed, Quint. Now the hard part. Where was I? I was beginning to recognize the odors and the movement. New carpet and car smells combined with greasy rags. A car trunk. We were moving, and my guess was, from the consistent speed, that we were on the open road. Even with a garbled head, I knew I’d have been better off with the tequila hangover. Whose car was this?MoreLessRead More Read Less
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