Dying Breath by Konrath J. A

Author:Konrath, J. A. [Konrath, J. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery, thriller, Crime, General Fiction
Amazon: B078G8DL4L
Goodreads: 37641359
Publisher: Joe Konrath Books LTD
Published: 2018-02-28T08:00:00+00:00

The wood was hard. Unyielding.

It would have been easier chiseling through concrete.

I was thirsty. Queasy.

I wasn’t sure how long I’d been there. The drug hangover from the dart was bad, but I knew that worse was coming; codeine withdrawal. I’d been popping opiates like Tic-Tacs over the past few weeks, and being locked up in there meant going cold turkey. Sweats. Shakes. Vomiting. Worse than the worst flu ever.

I’d reach a point where I wouldn’t have the strength to do anything but sleep. Which was problematic, because I had no water.

A person can’t survive more than three days without water.

I wiped off my sweaty hands and tried to carve faster.

After an hour, my efforts earned me four inches of the crack that were now thick enough to stick my knife into. But the blade was only one inch long, and it seemed like this door was thicker than that. Since the butt of the gun prevented the knife from going in deeper, I would have to open up the crack to almost an inch wide for me to bore through to the other side.

I had to piss, and considered the location.

Would urinating on the wood make it softer, easier to carve?

I decided I wasn’t that desperate yet, and went on the opposite wall.

What are you doing? Earl asked. You really want to worry about dignity at a time like this?

“Why would you even care?” I whispered.

I want you to get out of here. If you die, I die.

“You’re killing me anyway.”

That’s my job. I have a plan for it.

I snorted. “Looks like your plan went tits up.”

Earl responded by flaring.

Since my diagnosis, I’d never been without pain medication, prescribed or not.

Cancer pain was bad. Really bad. It wasn’t the nasty little sting that I was used to, in between doses of codeine, aspirin, or coke. This was growing, gnawing, red hot pain. It went from my armpit to my right ass cheek.

The sooner you get out of here, the sooner you can take some pills, Earl said.

I continued to chip away at the groove.

My knuckles and fingertips had been nicked several times by the knife slipping.

I was sure there would be many more to come.

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