Without looking, I slap the clip into the butt of the H & K, and let the wire confirm that everything’s peachy. Then I let my gaze drift around the dingy room. Judging by the light coming through the tiny windows, I guess it’s midday. To confirm, I pick up my watch from the bedside table. It reads 1235, which means I’ve been sleeping for fragging near twenty hours. I rub at gritty eyes as I swing up to sit on the edge of the bed.