I woke up suddenly as the door opened, my hand reaching into my jacket in a reflexive motion. Drek! My shoulder holster was empty! Then I saw Rafael’s huge frame silhouetted in the dim light of the hallway and relaxed. He shut the door behind him, palming the sensor that turned on the grimy light bulb that hung above my "bed." Then he squatted on the floor beside me, grinning. I could smell the beer on his breath. He’d been out somewhere, drinking.