Chapter 3

Pillow?

Wasn’t he still lying in his yard soaked to the bone? No, he wasn’t. He was in his bed, his head cushioned by his own pillow, blankets drawn up around his naked body.

Naked?

All right he’d been hit on the head, but surely not hard enough to forget coming back into the house, coming up the stairs, getting undressed and crawling into bed. Hell, if he had done all that, did he remember to close his front door? Was even now Manfred running around outside?

Manfred. What was it about Manfred that he should remember?

He turned his head toward the window in his bedroom. Still raining. How long had he been asleep and should he have gone to the hospital?

The ceiling fan light in his room suddenly came on. He had electricity! Wait. He hadn’t left the light on, had he?

“You’re awake.”