I had time for a nap before King awoke. Good. My thoughts were much clearer now. I should be celebrating. While we didn't have evidence of Lettie's crimes in the last couple of years, we had enough to send to the police as soon as we reconstructed it. It should provide enough information for the cops to secure a search warrant for the Heavenly estate for the missing pieces.
King was, in essence, a hero. True, he was a messed-up hero who needed a cocktail of drugs to find reality again, but the end result was the same.
"You're still here," King said as soon as he opened his eyes and saw me.
"Yes, I promised I would be. How are you feeling?"
"I've been better."
King looked around his hospital room. He raised his arm and checked out the bandages. In his other arm, an IV tube attached him to a bag hanging from a rack.
"What happened?" King asked.
