I could hear muffled voices nearby, and I slowlywithout trying to look awaketried to take a physical inventory on my body. I didn't open my eyes as I tried to move, but I seemed to be sitting up in a hard seat, my arms bound behind my back, my feetto the legs of the fairly wobbly chair. I felt okay, just groggy from whatever Myles had injected into me, but my head was quickly clearing. I peeked an eye open, taking a quick glance around at what seemed to be a very old, very cheap motel room. It stunk, like old cigarette smoke and cheap cleaner, like stale sheets and spilled beerand pretty recent pizza. From where I was, I couldn't see anything other than the window that was covered by old, heavy curtains, but I could at least tell that the sun was about to set. I closed my eyes again when voices rang in from the other room, because apparently, there was dissension among Myles’s little clan.
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