The Ingenious Liam Price

160: Plaza (III)

Liam's vision was blurry at first when he flicked his eyes open. He could feel his body against something hard and cold, indicating that he was on the floor. And he could make out someone moving in the background through the haziness.

His hand moved to hold the back of his head because he could feel a sharp pain there and it wasn't even a headache.

Liam blinked until his eyes were free of the blurriness, and he could spot funny shoes that were obviously worn by the clown.

"You're up, Liam Price," it was the first time he was hearing the clown speak. And the clown's voice sounded rather mature, like a man in his forties.

"What have you done to me?" Liam groaned as he stroked the back of his head once more.

"Nothing, Mr. Price. I just made you pass out for two hours," replied the clown.

"With a baseball bat," Liam gritted out as he sat up right. He couldn't hear any noise from outside, which meant the party was over and people had already left.

"You got that right," The clown hunkered d