Chapter 6

For a moment, he closed his eyes. He breathed deeply, feeling some slight discomfort as he did so. He placed a hand to his throat, tender to the touch.

Finally, he stood and looked around the room, at the clothes on the floor and the empty glass on Tyler’s bedside table. Cautiously leaving the bedroom, he went to the kitchen, where he found signs that Tyler had cooked breakfast, evidence in the form of dirty dishes on the table and a used frying pan on the stove. He’d left the butter out, and the milk, and spilt something on the floor

Shane wandered to the lounge room window and peered out. The car was gone. Good. I’m alone.Glancing at the clock on the DVD player, he realised he was two hours late for work and immediately called in sick, apologising for not having rung sooner.

“I was up all night vomiting. I must have slept through the alarm.”