Chapter 93

Strong hands gripped Lennon’s shoulders, and light flooded his vision. He blinked as he adjusted to the switch. He couldn’t tell much about the building he was in, only that he was in a basement. He could hear cars somewhere nearby, but that only meant he was probably still in New York. He smelled vomit, thanks to Bannerman, and Sigmund’s aftershave. Underneath it all he smelled something damp, but beyond that he couldn’t make much out.

“Great. Now you’re showing him his cell.” Bannerman rolled his eyes.

“Like it matters.” Sigmund scoffed. “It’s not like he’s leaving here alive.” He glanced down at Lennon. “No hard feelings. It’s not personal.”

“Maybe not from where you’re sitting.” Lennon knew he was slurring his words. He couldn’t stop it.