Blackout

I’ve lost numerous hours. There is a dark chasm in my memory. The last thing I remember is warm sunshine streaming through the window, illuminating the pages of the latest Lee Child I was reading. The next thing I remember is waking-up on the floor in the dark. I am cold and feel exhausted.

I smell and feel blood on my hands, face and clothes. I check myself over for injury and learn that the blood is not mine. I turn on the television and hear about a brutal murder locally. Then I hear the sound of rapidly approaching sirens…

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