Chapter 107: Wyatt

He swam to the surface, his head throbbing from the pain. There was light, and he wanted it to go away. He wanted everything to go away. Why was there so much light? He groaned.

"You awake?" he heard a deep voice ask.

He tried to open his eyes but there was pain and light and he closed them tight again, with a louder groan this time. "Where...where am I?" he rasped.

"The Long Valley Jail," the voice said, a hint of amusement in it. "I would've thought you'd had enough of this place, but here you are, back again."

"Why?" he whispered. His throat was parched and it was hard for him to get any sound out, but he had to know. He had to figure this out. Something was wrong. Really wrong. He peeked one eye open, and Officer Rios' face swam into view.

"I'm gonna go get the sheriff," the officer said, blatantly avoiding Wyatt's question. "He told me to tell him as soon as you were awake."