Hidden in Darkness (In Darkness #1)

“What’s your name?” the woman interrogating me asks. She had introduced herself to me a while ago, but I can’t remember what she said her name is. I blame it on the raging headache.

“I don’t know,” I say, wondering if this is the part where I am supposed to start my new mantra or if that is supposed to come in later.

“Were you staying at the Renaissance Hotel?”

She’s an older lady that looks like she could beat the bad right out of me with just a look. I bet she is also the kind of lady that looks hard as hell, yet cries when an animal dies in a movie. Then again, only a heathen wouldn’t.