CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
Joe
When Cotter woke up, his first view was of a brick wall. He tried to move and invisible blades stabbed his skull and lower back.
Cotter groaned with the effort of trying to stretch his arms. His head throbbed in time with his heartbeat. Lying still in an attempt to ease the pain, his nostrils flared at the stench of urine and body odor.
What the hell . . . ?
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