Before...

He hasn't been back in the country very long at all. He still has his duffle bag over his shoulder, the sea still thick in his clothes, and he's considering where he wants to spend the night. He has money. He always has money. But sometimes all he wants is a bed and other times, he wants a soft bed with soft, beautiful women in it.

Except there's something strange in that dumpster. Something that if it was human, certainly isn't any longer. Something with a rat in his mouth.