steve_8

By the same author:

Steve 1
dining car
Steve 2
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Steve 9
Steve 10

Steve definitely had had a few drinks too many. But it had been fun. Never mind that he had left his coat in one of the countless Dublin pubs that he and Sallowski had visited. Now he was tired, cold and desperately tried to find his way back to the hotel. On account of all the Guinness that had found its way down his throat, he had to relieve himself a couple of times. He remembered standing on the bank of the Liffey River - then his mind went blank.

He woke up shivering and with a bad taste in his mouth. After he successfully managed to get up, he had to concentrate hard to keep his balance. Then he almost collapsed again when he noticed what looked like a dead body by the river. Oh my god, he recognized that woman's coat!

He felt the urge to run. The last thing he wanted was to be accidentally spotted near a dead person - a person he know, to boot. And he wouldn't call the police either. He had no identification whatsoever, he reeked of alcohol, and the officers certainly wouldn't believe a word he said. And even if they believed him for the moment, it would only be a matter of time until his past would come to haunt him.

Run, Steve!
Don't run!!!