Once Is Enough

As consciousness returned to him, Thane fought to push aside the thick curtain of nausea and pain which blanketed his mind. Somewhere in the distance a telephone was ringing with evenly spaced insistence, and Thane tried to struggle to his feet to answer it.

“A minute...jus’ minute,” Thane mumbled thickly.

He managed somehow to push himself upward on his elbows. Pain lanced molten shafts of agony in...