It’s probably half past nine in the morning. I sit at my desk feeling more dead than alive. I am still wearing my sunglasses because the light seems to hurt my eyes and also because I look terrible. Another night of partying too much. Got a little carried away! The company was fine, the alcohol was free and the rest was all part of me. Now my head is killing me and I feel like crap.

            Chief Amaral approaches me.

            ‘Good morning Dan!’

            I signal him with my hand, truth being told, even talking hurts my head right now.

            ‘I see you had a good night!’...

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