A Touch of Murder by Donna Raider

Author:Donna Raider
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9798612575382
Published: 2020-03-26T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Latimore Cruzar heard a clanging in the distance. It felt as if someone was beating a bucket inside his head with a giant sledgehammer. He tried to sit up, but the effort sent excruciating pain through his skull. He fell back and lay still, trying to stop the noise. After several minutes, he realized the clanging was his alarm clock. Why had he set his alarm clock? He never used it unless he had an important engagement.

“An important engagement!” He jerked upright, almost blowing the top off his head. He sat still, trying to ease the pain. Every fiber in his body wanted to lie back down.

He looked at his chest. Something was on it, a bra. It took him several seconds to realize it was hanging around his neck. He squinted at something hanging from his arm, a pair of women’s panties. The clanging continued. Struggling to stand, he pulled himself toward the alarm clock, leaning heavily on his furniture to keep from falling.

He slapped his hand on the alarm button and silenced the offensive noise. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs. It only resulted in more pain and near blindness. He stood, reeling from the effort to move.

Very slowly, he inched along the wall to his bathroom. He looked into his mirror, expecting to find his head in halves. He was surprised that he had no injuries. He felt as if he had been hit by a truck.

He filled his sink with cold water and drank from it. His mouth was dry, and his throat was painful from the parched feeling. After drinking like a dog, he shoved his face under water, letting the coolness soothe him. When he finally raised his head, he inhaled deeply, causing the pain to return and threaten to spew from his ears. He wanted to shake his head again, but remembered the agony that motion had caused earlier.

Blinking his eyes seemed to be the least painful motion he would make. He stood for a long time, letting the water drip from his face. He thought about getting into the shower and letting the hot steam wash away whatever this was.

He vaguely remembered beautiful women and Sean. Still staying close to the wall, Lat moved to his bed. Only then did he realize he was naked. One look at his bed told him he’d had a good time. He slowly lowered himself to his bed. Why did I set the alarm for noon? he wondered.

He looked around for some reminder of last night. The last thing he remembered was dancing with Candy. It had been more like groping Candy. She hadn’t seemed to mind. I guess she was agreeable to a little time in my bed too, he thought.

His eyes fell on a napkin with a date written on it. “May first, a good day to die” was written in his handwriting on the napkin. A good day to die.

He closed his eyes and tried to drive the pain into the darkness.

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