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FOUR

Ava’s phone woke her the next morning and for a moment she was utterly confused by her surroundings. What was the time? What day was it? Where the hell was she?

Where the hell was her phone, for that matter?

Her head felt fuzzy and her eyes felt as if they’d been rolled in shell grit. If this was a hangover then it was a doozy. The distant trilling of her musical ringtone didn’t help. Inside her woolly head, her brain knew that it needed answering but her body didn’t seem to be responding to the command to do something about it.

Then a shirtless Blake walked into the room and it all came crashing back to her. The gunshots, the police, the hospital.