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Chapter One
Ellison Bay, WI
Sunlight drifted in lazily through the small round window above the bed, settling on Rich Hoffman’s face, “Oh, come on! It's not supposed to be morning already,” he groaned into his pillow. Like a rusty hinge, Rich opened his eyes slowly, and with much effort. The room spun briefly and when it settled, he lay there for a brief minute, trying to get his bearings. It appeared that last night was weighing heavily on him. Rolling over on his back, he struggled to untangle himself from the sheets. Rich sat up slowly on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. Using just about every solid object around him to steady himself, he stumbled into the shower, rubbing sleep from his eyes. The water was warm and relaxing, so much so that he almost fell asleep. He let his head rest against the wall, the stream rising around him. Glancing down, Rich ran his finger over the two round scars on his chest. Almost perfectly round, they were still raised and ragged after seven years. Rich closed his eyes, remembering the bullet wounds as if it were yesterday. Shaking his head, he forced himself to continue his morning, not fall into a negative frame of mind once again.
Been there, done that, he thought with a helpless smile.
Twenty minutes later he was fresh and dressed in yesterdays cargo shorts and a t-shirt that smelled relatively clean. He poured his first cup of coffee and lit a cigarette as he tried to wake up. He watched his cell phone light up on the counter with an incoming call, but didn't bother answering. Flicking the lighter, closed he tossed it in the general direction of the table and went up to the deck. Rich squinted with bloodshot eyes at the sunlight reflecting off the water. He dropped down into a chair on the bow heavily, sighed, and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. He killed his cigarette in the coffee table's ashtray and wondered why he was up before noon.
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