Looked around. For a moment, he felt disoriented, with no idea at all where he was. The walls were bare. The bed was hard. Then he saw the bars.Sure enough, it hadn’t been a bad dream after all. He was in jail.He sat up on the edge of the bed, feeling as if every nerve in his body had been deadened with Novocain. His sleep had been erratic and so filled with odd, nightmarish dreams that he felt as if he’d barely closed his eyes.He heard a door open and looked up to see Sheriff Sizemore come in. Luke rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and tried to focus.“Russell called,” the sheriff said. “He’s dropping the charges.”“Yeah?” Luke said, his voice slurred with sleep. “What made him change his mind?”“He didn’t say. He just said he wanted you out of jail.”The sheriff opened the cell door and gave Luke his possessions back. Luke looked at his phone. It was eight thirty. He was amazed he’d even slept that long in a place like this.
