Paul fought against sleep as his chin dipped to his chest for the hundredth time.
This was the one place he never thought he’d fall asleep in. Hospitals were scary enough considering he was a germaphobe, but dozing when his brother was in surgery should’ve been wrong. Still, that understanding didn’t stop him from releasing the carjack while his brother was changing the oil.
He didn’t feel any shame at the memory. His brother had eyed his girl, and if he lived, this would be his lesson.
At least, the police believed him when he said it was an accident.