Vendetta

He woke up feeling groggy, his head ached like he had done an all nighter at a bar. He was sitting on the floor of some dark room and when he tried to get up, it began to spin and he felt like he was going to be sick. Luckily, a few deep breaths staved that off, but he had decided to stay sitting for the moment.

He tried to remember what had happened. They had wrapped up another case and he had headed home. He had taken a can of beer out of the fridge, took a swig then settled in to wind down watching a little TV…It then dawned on him that he had been dosed.

He heard the door of the room he was in open. A shadow stood in the doorway then walked in. The man had a self-satisfied smile on his face. He thought the face looked familiar.

"Good morning, Detective Williams," the man said with a smooth and calm tone to his voice.

Danny's head cleared enough to remember who was standing over him.

"Wo Fat," he uttered.

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