Chapter 54

"Trish, what the hell is this?" I groan, leaning back against the pillows on her bed. An uncomfortable twinging pain runs through my stomach and I wince, clutching it with my hand. Whilst I'm focusing on my breathing, Trish is busy raising her wardrobe, finding the best camouflage outfit for our plan.
So far she's decided on a camouflaged army style jacket with green army pants and a plain black baseball cap. I reach forward and take hold of the cap, inspecting it —
"Where did...