Alex awakes, an ex-con sleeping off a drunk in a fleabag Times Square hotel, with an evil hangover that he forgets as soon as he notices the blood on the floor—and the corpse that it came from. It’s a woman, a whore, and Alex assumes he’s responsible for her state even though he doesn’t recall meeting her, much less killing her. That doesn’t matter now. He’s just a few months out of prison, and he doesn’t plan on a return trip. He needs to lay low, and either find out what happened or go so far away that he can afford to never think about it again. But first, he needs to get out of this hotel room.