“Someone drugged you?”
“Aye. Wish I knew who.”
“Where were you?”
“The Pub.”
She nodded, easing onto the chair rather than staying on the arm. The pepper spray went on the TV stand behind her. “Do you think someone there drugged you?”
“It’s the only place I’ve been. You mean—one of the staff?” He considered that a moment. “Doubtful. I know them all. It’s unlikely.”
“The man I was living with stole everything I owned. Even if you know someone, doesn’t mean they won’t screw you over.”
© 2018 Dellani Oakes
