“You didn’t see his face?” I shook my head. “No, there was so much smoke, and I was really out of it. All I know is he was big. And fit enough to lift me from the floor. I was close to unconscious, so I would have been heavy and awkward. All I could focus on was the letters on his shirt.” Banjo flopped down on the bed and squinted at the ceiling. “Okay, this is all too much when I’ve still got tequila in my blood. I vote we sleep on this and talk about it some more tomorrow.”
